This Game is Too Real Chapter 445

   Chapter 445 There is nowhere to run

  The flames of the explosion split into two white smoke, one fell to the valley and the other fell to the airport under the gaze of everyone.

   If that missile had successfully hit the runway, it would have been enough to blast a crater in the center of the airfield.

   However, it was a coincidence that the H-55 "Hurricane" was on its way to take off and it was too late to stop.

"Grass!"

   Looking at the white track printed on the window, Curran's face changed wildly in the driver's seat, and he scolded and pushed down the accelerator lever.

The flames from the    twin engines suddenly increased, pushing the plane forward at a faster speed.

   At the same time, he turned the rudder slightly to the left, trying to avoid the galloping missile.

However--

   Danger was one step ahead of him after all.

  Although the missile did not hit the plane directly, but landed next to the runway, for the missile with metal hydrogen charge, it actually makes no difference whether it hits directly or not.

   "Boom!"

  The blast of air spread at a terrifying speed, and hit the side of the plane with the explosive shrapnel and gravel, instantly smashing the right wing of the "Hurricane" into a sieve.

   One side of the engine suddenly stalled!

  With the power of the left engine undiminished, the plane seemed to make another sharp turn on the runway, and the landing gear was violently broken.

   In a sour sound of steel friction, the bomber suddenly rolled over, and the broken wing cut a hole in the ground.

  The window of the machine window was covered with a layer of cracks, and finally scattered into countless pieces with a bang.

   The ferocious-faced Curran groaned, and instantly lost consciousness in the tumultuous tumult.

   But before he lost consciousness, he still struggled to stretch out his right hand and pressed the button next to the joystick.

   That is the button for the delayed explosion. The preset time is half an hour, and only he knows the password to unlock it.

  Although the troops stationed at the airport would not necessarily lose, General Griffin told him not to overestimate the level of General McClen.

   He doesn't care if he will die, but only cares about His Majesty the Marshal's ambition to conquer the world.

  If the ground forces ultimately fail and fail to recover the nuclear warhead.

  At least, the Alliance can't get...

   At the same time, over the airport.

   Overlooking the ground through the plane window, the pilot sitting in the "Saber" fighter was dumbfounded.

   In the round of dives just now, he successfully used the cannon to smash that oddly-shaped plane into a sieve, but he didn't expect that thing to hold a missile and miss it! ?

   What he didn't expect was that the pilots on the opposite side knew that they only needed another round of strafing to send them away, but they had no intention of parachuting at all, and even gave up their mobility completely in exchange for the horizontal speed of breaking the sound barrier!

   Everything happened too fast.

   Mach-level battles left only a few seconds for both sides to judge.

The    Adam's apple moved, and he struggled to squeeze a few short syllables out of his throat.

"Oh shit……"

   What kind of lunatic is he fighting?

   There are still nearly 200 rounds of machine gun bullets left.

  Although you can still dive into the ground for another round, it seems that it is unnecessary.

   Lost the protection of reconnaissance vehicles and machine gun positions, General McClen's position has been overrun by the barbarian cavalry.

  200 meters away these cavalry is like a joke.

   But at a distance of 20 meters, no one can laugh.

  Especially on the open Gobi Desert…

   The wreckage of the plane in the center of the runway was gradually rising into thick smoke.

   Looking at the wing fragment inserted into the belly, the pilot seemed to have thought of something, and his face changed wildly in an instant.

   Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately turned the nose to the west, and pushed the throttle stick to the bottom.

   At the same time, he was stubbornly pressed on the seat by inertia, and shouted loudly in the communication channel where only himself was left.

   "...Here is the Sabre! We were blocked by the Alliance ground forces, and the 'Hurricane' could not take off! The mission cannot continue! Please return!"

   "Repeat, request to return!"

   The nearest airport here is 1000 kilometers away, of course it is impossible for anyone to answer him.

   But whether or not anyone answers, he has to retreat...

   It is not only the pilots in the sky who are dumbfounded, but also the real airmen standing on the ground.

   McClen, who had just gotten into the jeep, stared blankly at the black smoke at the airport, and a trace of despair was gradually written in his eyes.

   Not only because it was his last, but also the only way out.

   More because, the stuff on the plane...

   The officer holding the steering wheel swallowed and looked nervously to the side.

   "General...Are we still going?"

   They were going to stop the plane at the airport.

   But now, it seems that this is not necessary.

   General McClen's Adam's apple moved, and after a while, the words came out of his mouth.

"ended."

The    voice fell, and the shoulders he leaned against the seat also slackened.

   The officer sitting next to him was stunned, and looked at General McClen with surprise written in his eyes.

   This high-spirited man in his prime looks like he has aged more than ten years...

  The sound of rolling horse hooves boiled in the southern part of the camp, and there was also the overwhelming sound of shouting and killing.

  As the elite of the Petra fortress, every horse of this cavalry is a dark horse from the great desert. The people on horseback are all brave warriors without exception.

After losing the protection of heavy firepower, the defense line on the south side of the legion camp was smashed in an instant, and the cavalry that rushed into the camp one after another rampaged in the camp, stabbing anyone with a bayonet, or opened fire with a rifle, killing them at once. The people in the camp turned their backs on their horses.

   "Capture the enemy commander alive!" shouted the captain of the personal guard who was charging ahead.

   However, everyone was already red-eyed, and they didn't have the heart to listen to what he had to say. There were corpses everywhere, many of whom knelt down and surrendered.

   Surrender?

  Why didn't you think about it when you squatted behind the machine gun earlier?

   Even if you want to vote——

  Also wait for Lao Tzu to kill half of them!

  Thinking of the teammates who died in the charge, the cavalrymen on horseback roared.

  Whether it's a Willant from afar, or a soldier from the Falcon Kingdom.

   At this moment, he has become meat on the chopping board. As long as he rushes out and stands outside the tent, he will die.

   And those who are hiding in the tents have a hard time.

  In order to avoid being entangled by the tents, the cavalry did not rush to the tents at all. Instead, they lit the wine bottles filled with cotton wool, kerosene and alcohol with a lighter, and then threw them into the tents.

   This specially made incendiary bottle is much easier to use than grenades, and it is cheap to make, and it is better to shake it before use.

   Seeing the fire in the rear, Centurion Wester immediately brought people back from the western front to support him.

  The defenders of the Petra Fortress were numerous, but their combat power was not at the same level as the Falcon Kingdom.

  Many militiamen are even more neglected in training, and they can't even dig a foxhole well, thinking that digging a hole and burying their head will be the end of the job, but they don't know that most of the back of their head is exposed in the opposite eye.

   It is precisely because of this that he has the spare energy to separate a thousand-person army, and after regrouping, he returned to the direction of the airport.

However--

   Riding a tricycle, he had just reached the edge of the camp, and before he had time to go in to help, he saw a burst of fire flickering due east.

   "Boom!"

   Before the deafening sound of the cannon wafted, the blast of fire was blooming on the dunes.

   Before the two ten-man teams could spread out and fall down, they were directly wiped out by the high-explosive bomb.

   "Tanks!" a squire centurion shouted in despair, "Everyone spreads out!"

   But this desperate cry is useless, not even a dying struggle.

   That's a tank!

   And more than one!

   In the distance, the horizon that has gradually enveloped the night, black dots appeared.

   Tanks were lined up in a row, the black muzzles were straightly raised forward, and behind them was a mighty rolling dust.

   Looking at the torrent of steel that appeared on the horizon, despair appeared on the faces of the soldiers of the Falcon Kingdom.

   They don't even have anti-tank weapons.

   There is absolutely nothing to do with that kind of guy!

   The previous shell was just the beginning.

   After the first hit, the other dozen tanks also fired.

  Falls of deadly dust exploded instantly on the empty Gobi Desert, clearing vacuum belts the size of basketball courts.

   Any organisms rubbed by the explosive flames were instantly blown into a pool of minced meat.

   Even if they were not directly hit, there were still countless people who were scratched to death by fragments of high-explosive grenades, and their internal organs were shattered by the blast of air waves.

   The thousand-man team, which was nearly full, was annihilated in half in just one salvo.

  The caliber of the shell is obviously more than 100mm, maybe 150mm or more.

   There are no fortifications and bunkers to hide from.

   In the face of tanks, the king of land warfare, what awaits the infantry is nothing but a one-sided slaughter.

   Now only tank guns are firing.

   Waiting to get close to the effective range of the coaxial machine guns, there is also a staggered network of machine gun firepower waiting for them.

   Climbing up from the overturned motorcycle, Weside looked at the steel torrent in the distance, his resolute pupils first floated blankly, and then turned into bottomless despair.

"……ended."

everything is over……

  The battle outside the Lost Valley is over.

   With the arrival of the Union tank troops, General McClane completely gave up hope of escape.

   Actually it's too late.

   Nothing can escape 100km in an hour unless it's a plane.

   "General...what should we do?" The officer sitting in the driver's seat of the jeep looked desperately at General McClen next to him.

   He didn't even know where to flee.

  Macron's Adam's apple moved, and he couldn't squeeze out a word for a long time.

   He does not consider himself a failed commander, he has moved every unit to where it should be, and made the most correct deployment.

   However, it is impossible for him to conjure a team of 10,000 people out of thin air, and it is even more impossible for a non-existent army to attack.

  What about Griffin's tank?

   Even if Camp 530 falls, at most 1/3 of the tanks will be lost.

   That guy couldn't have imagined that if the Alliance guessed their plan, they might send mobile troops to raid the airport.

   But what about the Conqueror tank?

   What about the "prowler" who was blown up by the army?

  Why did he only see Alliance tanks?

   And why did the defenders of Petra Fortress suddenly emerge from the turtle shell?

   The nobles of the Falcon Kingdom didn't swear that they broke their heads outside, wouldn't those people come out of the tortoise shell?

  Which link went wrong?

   He couldn't figure it out.

but……

   It's pointless to say that now.

   In the face of a megaton equivalent three-phase bomb, all the struggle is superfluous.

  McKlan silently drew out his pistol, pointed it at his chin tremblingly, and opened the safety.

   He closed his eyes, but his trembling index finger seemed to be filled with lead, and he didn't pull the trigger for a while.

   put the gun down with a face of shame, and he looked up at the sky that was already dyed with night.

   Worth...

   Anyway, it's just another way to die.

   The cannons from the northeast are getting closer, and the cavalry's hooves are trampling and shouting to the south.

   The officer sitting in the driver's seat suddenly started the car and stepped on the accelerator.

   slammed his back against the seat, McClane rarely got angry, just asked with a wry smile.

   "Where are you going?"

   "Valley! Just hide in the valley! We have hope of surviving!" The sole of the boot was firmly welded to the accelerator, and the officer's eyes were bloodshot.

  Theoretically, that might be the case.

   Whether it is cavalry, infantry or those tanks, they will all be reduced to ashes in a nuclear explosion...

  There are survival tools such as chemical protective suits in the trunk of the jeep. If they hide in the valley, they might really survive.

  Macron's heart rekindled the desire to survive.

   However, at this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a truck galloping out of the valley in the distance, heading towards the airport.

   What does that car want to do?

  Macron frowned slightly.

   He had an ominous premonition in his heart.

   Just like the ominous premonition a few days ago...

   on the truck.

   Sisi, who was holding the steering wheel, glanced at the rearview mirror, then looked at the burning plane ahead, tapped his index finger on the earphone and said.

   "Awei, think about it."

   "Hmm! I figured it out!"

  The short hair was blown into a chicken coop, and the tail standing on the machine gun position nodded, with a rare serious expression on his face.

   "I thought about it when Teddy died... Maybe everyone is alive."

A surprised expression appeared on   Siss' face.

   Including the sesame paste sitting in the co-pilot, and the meat in the back of the car.

   "...Digital life? Or something like that...Actually, I don't understand it very well, including other NPCs, I always feel that they are not just supporting characters in RPGs, or tool people who send us tasks."

"They can cry, laugh, have haters and likes, and manage their own lives, not just repeating some of the things in the setting, but really living a good life, just like we are in reality. same in China."

When    was talking, she became troubled herself, not knowing how to describe it.

  Siss looked at the rearview mirror and fell into deep thought.

   "Well, but if you think so, the enemies we killed..."

  Tail said in a positive tone.

   "Alive."

   "Then..." Sesame paste opened his mouth blankly.

Tails said without hesitation: "But even so, when it's time to shoot, I'll shoot! No matter what, robbery and murder are bad, and if the bad guys refuse to surrender, more people will die. So if you're not going to surrender, let them die."

  Siss looked at the rearview mirror in surprise, the tail that was blown by the wind and couldn't open his eyes.

   But she didn't say anything more.

   Actually, she thought about this question a long time ago, but her sense of substitution is more flexible.

   Even if it is a screenwriter who has won an Oscar, it is impossible for every story and every character to please everyone, let alone an ordinary RPG game.

   She will choose the substitution she is interested in.

   As for the rest, feel free.

   You can't kill people casually in reality, but in the game...

   Kill and kill.

   "I said... will you defuse nuclear bombs?" Looking at the burning plane, the fleshy flesh with its claws on the truck box shouted nervously.

   "Oh! No!"

   Rou Rou said in disbelief.

   "Then what's the use of us going?"

   "There is always something to do..."

  Sesame paste comforted Rou Rou, but in fact she didn't know what to do, she was just a teacher.

  Tail: "That's right! Like sending a nuclear bomb into a valley!"

   Rourou was stunned for a moment.

   "But then, that ruin is..."

   "That's right, keep the copy, or keep the people outside. This is actually a multiple-choice question..." Sisi, who was holding the steering wheel, said casually, "So I'll let Awei think about it."

  Rourou: "What if you drive a truck as far as you can?"

  Sss: "To the west is the Petra Fortress, and to the east are the friends of the Skeleton Corps. We can only run to the north. I don't mind sacrificing it... How far can you go before it explodes?"

  Tail: "It doesn't matter the meat, this game map is so big, hard work, Aguang, just do two more!"

   Rourou sighed and sat back on the carriage.

   "That's true."

   Anyway, the benefits of this trip are not small.

  The detonation power of a nuclear bomb is different in different places.

   Among them, the air explosion is undoubtedly the most effective in killing people.

   Whether it is shock wave or radiation killing, the coverage of airburst is the widest, and radioactive dust can even be carried hundreds of kilometers or even thousands of kilometers away by air flow.

   followed by ground detonation.

   A deep crater will be formed in the center of the explosion, and part of the shock wave will be released in a cone-shaped face upwards.

   This detonation method is mainly used to destroy fixed fortifications, and has a lesser effect on personnel.

   As for the detonation buried in the ground, it is mainly a nuclear experiment.

   There is a deep enough cave in the center of the Great Rift Valley, which should have been blasted out by some kind of orbital weapon. Although part of it has been buried over time, there is still a depth of hundreds of meters.

   Their goal is there.

   As long as the nuke is sent into that nearly vertical tunnel, the impact of the explosion can be minimized.

The    truck stopped next to the airport.

   The group quickly got out of the car.

   grabbed the sapphire shovel next to the seat, Sisi was about to step forward, and Rou Rou volunteered to stand up.

"Let me do it!"

  Although it is inconvenient to operate tools for Xenogeneic Sequence players, most of the panel data is outrageous.

   Confirmed the location of the bomber.

  Rourou let out a roar with all his strength, and removed the drooping steel plate, revealing the nuclear warhead buried inside the belly of the aircraft, as well as the metal bracket holding the warhead.

   Fortunately, this thing can be dismantled.

Not caring about the scorched hair, Rou Rou used all his strength to break two aluminum alloys, and finally pulled the nuclear warhead, which was about a person's height, from the bottom of the aircraft, along with the bracket. come out.

   Looking at the cylinder on the ground, she was suddenly afraid and looked at her teammates carefully.

   "...will this thing explode?"

  Siss shook his head.

   "I don't know, it would be best if it didn't explode, what we have to do is just in case."

   On the other side, somewhere in the Valley of the Lost.

   woke up from a coma.

  Luoyu shook his dazed head and looked around, a daze gradually appeared in his eyes.

   "...what is this place?"

   The front was pitch black, like an unknown cave. A few strands of light exposed from the back were mixed with the sound of whizzing wind, presumably the position should be very high.

  Cloudfly does not have an ejection seat, instead it is a more protective ejection bay.

  The parachute was not fully opened, and the ejected escape pod crashed directly into the mountain, the first half stuck in the cave, and the second half was exposed.

   Judging from the scattered concrete slag, this place is not like a natural geological structure, but more like it was pasted with inferior cement.

  According to the posts made by other players on the forum, the nearby residents gave the Lost Valley mythology color. In the early days, there were believers in the **** of the sky. Presumably this should be the temple they built...or a corner of it.

   But Luo Yu always felt that it was more like a hole dug by "grave robbers" than a temple.

   But what happened 100 years ago can't be verified.

  Maybe there are no believers at all, just a few scavengers who come to pick up garbage, and are labelled by rumors that they may not know themselves.

   This kind of coincidence has not happened in history...

   Crawled out of the pile of wreckage, Luo Yu found the survival tool in the ejection compartment.

   A 5mm pistol, two 15-round magazines, basic medical supplies like bandages, and tools like a flashlight.

   But unfortunately, the co-pilot brother did not survive after all, there was only a pool of blood left in the squashed seat, and even the complete body could not be found.

   Not to mention the vm strapped to his leg.

  Luoyu mourned for him in his heart, then put his survival kit into his backpack, and walked down the cave with a flashlight, trying to find an exit.

  I don't know where to go to the wide cave, but the dark red plaque in the corner looks very familiar.

   swallowed his saliva, Luo Yu pulled out his pistol and loaded it, holding the flashlight in his left hand to shoot a beam of light, and walked forward cautiously.

   Plaque on the walls is increasing.

   A rusted escalator appeared in front of him.

  The top is buried by a large rock, and the bottom is a bottomless black.

   had no other choice but to move on.

  Especially when he went down through a broken staircase, at least half of one wall was covered with red spots.

not only that.

   Even the surrounding air smelled of rancid spores.

   As Luo Yu had expected, there was a predator in front of him.

   However, just when he lowered his footsteps and was about to walk over and stab the guy, the gnawing man seemed to have spotted him.

Then……

   spoke up.

   "Hey, that's a torch? Don't point it at me, slime molds hate things that glow."

  Luoyu was stunned, the gun in his hand almost missed,

   "You can talk!?"

   "What do you mean I can speak... Your accent is so strange, where is it from?"

  Luoyu stared at him, took a step back, moved the flashlight, and asked alertly.

"Who are you?"

   "Who am I... Well, that's a good question, but I don't remember very well." The man didn't seem to take his gun to heart, and replied casually.

  Luoyu's eyes were blank.

  What?

   "I don't remember exactly..."

   "Names are for other people. No one has been here for too long, so I forgot."

   The man smiled heartily, still turned his back to him and did not turn around.

  Luo Yu stared at the back of his head.

   "Can you turn around?"

"you sure?"

   "Hmm..." Luo Yu nodded.

  The man was not pretentious, he turned around generously.

   However, the moment he saw this guy, Luo Yu was completely stunned, and he couldn't help but let out a groan.

   That face—

  No, that can't be considered a face anymore, it's like a rotten wood that has been soaked for a long time, ugly to the point of hideousness.

   Mouth-like lips parted, the man said in a pleasant voice.

   "By the way, I haven't seen a living person for a long time. After seeing you, I remembered a little bit of the past..."

   After a pause, he continued.

   "You may call me Dove."

  Luoyu was stunned for a moment, vaguely as if he had heard this name.

   At this time, he suddenly remembered the book that Si Si translated on the previous forum.

   There was a hint of disbelief written in his eyes, and he asked dumbfounded.

   "...Are you a researcher at the academy?"

   Dove thought for a while.

   "Academy... oh, that's such a nostalgic name, are those nerds still around? Or are they soaked in the swamp and moldy?"

   "Probably still..."

  Although only in the background board of this game.

   Looking at that frightening face, Luo Yu couldn't help but continue to ask the question that she cared about the most.

   "Wait, didn't you die many years ago?"

   Dove nodded.

   Maybe it was a long time ago that he hadn't met a living person who could communicate, so he chattered.

"Well...if there are no accidents, I should be an ordinary old man, lying in a coffin like other old men, but in the end I couldn't hold back my curiosity about this ruin. No way, everyone in the academy is like this, It's hard for us to control our interest in ruins...even though I've been out of the academy for many years."

   Luo Yu's expression was a little subtle.

The chief researcher of the    Alliance came from the academy, but that guy was not so curious about the ruins, and he was more interested in the coffee machine.

   "So what's your current state?"

   The man readily confessed.

   "Symbiosis."

   "Symbiosis?!"

   Seeing Luo Yu's eyes widen, the man said with a smile.

   "Don't be so nervous, symbiosis is not parasitism, two creatures depend on each other, share each other's prosperity, own without possessing... don't you think that sounds great?"

   Before the man in front of him came back to his senses, the white dove looked at the dark corridor behind him.

   "By the way, let me introduce you to my partner... Hey, Xiaohong, come out and say hello to the guests."

   A creepy feeling climbed up Luo Yu's back.

   He turned around stiffly, only to see an eight-foot... or maybe nine-foot-tall humanoid.

   By the corner of the flashlight, he saw blood-like scarlet.

  Its facial features are abstract, the mouth and nose have only a rough outline, and there is no gap in sight, as if they have not evolved yet.

   And its eyes are especially special. It is a hemisphere similar to a fly, composed of countless hexagonal structures, and emits a faint scarlet light.

  Two slender arms hang down at the sides, with a flared opening at the front, just like the cuffs of clothes, but no hand structure can be seen.

   As for the lower limbs, it is more abstract.

   Underneath the slender waist is an inverted tapered mushroom creep that resembles Lissandra's skirt.

   At first glance, this thing looks a bit like the evolution that appeared in the last wave.

   But not as ferocious as that guy.

   If there is any difference, the one who came out of the center of Qingquan is more like a shark with a big mouth, and the one in front of him is more like a dolphin.

   A tentacle as thick as an index finger floated from behind it, like a dolphin's mouth, surrounding him, but not very close.

   Looking at the tentacles that were close at hand, Luo Yu swallowed nervously.

   He didn't know what it was.

   But I hope the dog planning can be an individual.

   (Thanks to the leader of "Schrödinger x" for the reward!!!)

   (end of this chapter)

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