This Game Is Too Realistic

65th Street.

Beneath the clock tower covered with Slime Mold.

Standing in the center of the creep, the Queen let out a dry and hoarse roar.

The emotions of panic and anger were like a tsunami, spreading anxious ripples along its tentacle-like hair, making the surrounding mutants growl restlessly.

The Hive behind them was still working non-stop, but those weak newborns couldn’t give it any sense of security.

In particular, the continuous death of node creatures had caused it to lose control of the front line, and its children were suffering meaningless casualties...

Its scarlet pupils showed its confusion.

The continuous and intensive offensive had lasted for nearly 10 nights, and anyone could see the lifeforce of the Hive weakening from the dispersing spore cloud.

However, it didn’t understand.

Why are there still so many of them?!

Even after so many days, they still had the energy to initiate a counterattack!

In particular, it couldn’t figure out the familiar ripples that came from outside the spore cloud.

How is it possible?!

Didn’t those ants that reject evolution go extinct already?!

...

Under the collapsed overpass.

A truck covered with Slime Mold was slowly retreating, and a large number of Crunchers was rushing towards Old White’s group hiding in the building.

Before the truck could retreat to the end of the street, a rocket with a trailing flame flew right by it and struck its driver’s compartment directly.

The rocket exploded with a bang, blasting out a jet of powerful high-temperature liquid metal into the driver’s compartment, penetrating it instantly.

The driver’s compartment was its weak point. To be exact, it was where the driver was supposed to be operating the machine.

As the Slime Mold in the driver’s compartment was destroyed, the truck broke down immediately. The Slime Mold in the compartment quickly stopped wriggling; the Crunchers who had climbed into the cargo box also climbed out one after another.

"Nice!" Night Ten, who was leaning against the window on the second floor with a gun, screamed in excitement.

"The enemy’s artillery position has been destroyed!" Standing in front of another window, Old White calmly put away the smoking launcher, glanced at the VM on his arm. He was delighted.

[Mission: The Decisive Moment!]

It’s here!

The counterattack has begun!

Tomato Eggs, who was holding the LD light machine gun, continued to pull the trigger, tearing the Crunchers who climbed off the truck to pieces.

As the node creatures were destroyed, the disorganized Crunchers continued to rush towards the building along with a few Creepers!

However, the lizard guarding the door was like a legendary guardian, preventing the swarming mutants from entering! Every time he swung his sharp claws, a storm of blood would fill the air.

Tearing the rushing Creeper in half, his amber pupils in the darkness shone with excitement and bloodlust.

This alone was not enough. Garbage, who was immersed in the killings, kept screaming while harvesting the monsters wildly.

"Total frenzy!"

The violent factor buried deep in his blood was completely released, and he felt the strong desire flowing in his blood vessels.

The other parts of his DNA sequence was awakening!

Ample Time drew his bow and shot an arrow, which precisely penetrated the head of another Creeper. The fragments from the explosion shattered half of the monster’s head.

It was so fast everything happened in the blink of an eye!

Gale, who was standing beside him, firmly supported a light machine gun with his right shoulder. Bullets sprayed out without end at the monsters who were rushing at them and he harvested their lives easily.

Although it was difficult to utilize the combat power of the robotic arm in a group fight, it was still able to hold the firearm steadily when used with the KV-1 exoskeleton!

In order to fully adapt to the close combat in a narrow fighting environment, he simply replaced the bipod under the muzzle with a bayonet, completely turning himself into a battle post.

The corpses quickly piled up into a hill.

The Crunchers on the artillery positions had been wiped out, and almost all the creatures rushing at them came from other places.

The Tide appeared to be retreating.

However, the mutants who were withdrawing from the front line bumped right into them.

Looking at the swarm of mutants coming from the corners of the street, Quit Smoking, who was squatting on the second floor, revealed a worried expression.

He was down to his final 2 clips, and once they ran out of ammunition, it would be over.

"Old White, the mission has been completed... When will we retreat?"

"Retreat? Never!" Old White shouted excitedly. "Brothers, protect our position! The whistle for the counterattack has sounded! Our reinforcements will be here soon!"

Night Ten turned his face and asked in surprise, "Reinforcements?"

He never thought that they would receive reinforcements.

They were already quite deep inside the enemy’s territory. Just up ahead was the clock tower on 65th Street.

It could be said that they were right in front of the Hive!

"Friendly troops on the front line have defeated the Tide! They are on their way!" The moment Old White’s voice fell, a piercing scream came from the air.

"Take cover!"

At first, Old White thought it was a rocket, so he yelled and lowered his head reflexively.

Everyone on the second floor followed suit, but they soon discovered what was approaching. It was no rocket… It was something even more terrifying, Mosquito’s glider!

The roar of heavy machine gun fire rang through the air as a rain of bullets forcefully carved out 2 long paths on the street. 2 arcs of death were drawn in an instant.

Many Crunchers crowding on the street corner fell in an instant.

Looking at the whistling silhouette, a conspicuous ‘WX-1’ flashed past his eyes. Night Ten stared in fright and yelled, "What the fuck?! What is that?"

"Mosquito’s glider..." Old White gulped in fright.

Naturally, he was part of the faction who didn’t believe Mosquito’s piece of shit would actually fly.

"Hahahaha, this is so cool!" In the cockpit of the glider, Mosquito held the yoke tightly with both hands, his bloodshot face was full of excitement as adrenaline pumped through his veins.

Shell casings were thrown out of the cockpit continuously, and his legs were numb from the roar of the machine gun.

It was a pity the 7mm gun was still too small for his liking.

The Maxim with the water cooling box removed had no splash effect. If it was replaced with the 30mm autocannons on an A-10, the whole street could be destroyed!

After taking out a bunch of Crunchers in a dive attack, Mosquito steered the glider back up into the skies.

The whizzing glider flew past the half-collapsed pedestrian overpass, almost touching it. Following a 90 degrees roll, it narrowly passed through the gaps between the collapsed skyscrapers.

Calming down slightly, Mosquito slowly took a deep breath, leveled the fuselage, and raised his altitude.

The glider was still a bit difficult to control.

Without a gyroscope, he could only judge the balance of the fuselage by feel.

"Damn it... Sure enough, I still have to make the gyroscope and the pitot tube. Without these, flying the WX-1 would be risking my life!" Muttering softly, Mosquito took the time to glance at the battlefield below.

A full-scale counteroffensive had already begun.

Company A, consisting of 120 players, acted as the main offensive force and took the lead in launching the attack. 3 companies, B, C, and D, were on standby behind Company A, while companies E and F were deployed from the flanks. It seemed that they planned to infiltrate both sides of 65th Street, and cooperate with the first 4 companies on the frontal battlefield to launch a pincer offensive.

In addition, there was a reserve group of 400 people on standby at the rear, ready to make up for major casualties at any time.

Although the city was not small, there were only a few roads they could use. It was still somewhat difficult to fully deploy more than 1,000 people.

Advancing in units in the hundreds was already the limit that the width of the battlefield could accommodate.

And if players wanted to pass the ruins with complicated road conditions to the rear of the Hive, they had to further break their groups up into 10 men or even 5 men teams.

However, that was also the player’s advantage.

Even if they fought alone, the players who received the mission could still maintain high morale. They could even sacrifice themselves without hesitation for collective victory.

If they were replaced by mercenaries or Boulder Town’s militia, letting them disperse their teams into the ruins and insert them into the rear of the mutants would almost be the same as sending them to their deaths.

Mosquito, who adjusted the nose of the glider, quickly launched a second round of air strikes.

His VM was strapped to his lap to serve as a radar and through the positions of other players and the flashing gunfire on the street, he could roughly judge where the fighting was more intense and where the mutants were concentrated.

All he needed to do next was to press the trigger and his job would be done!

By the time Mosquito began his third swoop, the players had completely occupied 67th Street and joined the Bull and Horse Squad under the overpass.

More than 20 heavily modified KV-1 exoskeletons were clearing the way in front. The machine guns in their hands never stopped firing as they marched forward.

They were not only the vanguard, but also a mobile ammunition box. In fact, they could be considered a steel wall!

Groups of 5 or 6 players followed behind them, some carrying rifles, some carrying Armor Fist bazookas, and some carrying Lance and Kontos used to suppress high armor units.

With the support of artillery, armor, and air power, Company A’s offensive was unstoppable!

In addition, a 10-man team equipped with flamethrowers followed closely behind.

They were wearing heavy protective clothing and gas masks, and the flamethrowers on their backs were Hellfire 1.0, the masterpieces of the madman, Mosquito.

Those flamethrowers didn’t enter the frontline directly.

Crunchers on fire would become more dangerous. Facing dense clusters of mutants, incendiary bombs were a good choice, but Molotov Cocktails and flamethrowers were definitely not.

The real purpose of the more than 30 liters of fuel carried on their backs was to clear fixed targets.

The Hive was the best example of that!

Losing the command of the node creatures, the Crunchers on the street became unorganized, and the excessively dense number became a burden instead. Many of them were crowded at different spots.

The streets were turned black by charred corpses and slime.

The 88mm artillery shells that fell from time to time moved forward in conjunction with the offensive of Company A, quickly helping players recover a large area between 68th Street and 65th Street.

Some mutants retreated to the clock tower on 65th Street under the call of the Hive, but most of them stayed in place, relying on their instinct to rush to the nearest player.

Their movements were swift and unabated, but anyone could see that it was merely their last struggle.