This Game Is Too Realistic - Chapter 277.2

Looking at the trucks constantly spewing out mutants, everyone in the command post showed serious expressions.

"This…"

"Mutants actually have artillery?!"

Even Vanus, who had seen a lot of things on the wasteland before, was equally astonished.

Obviously, it was also the first time he had seen such a ridiculously strange thing.

"Those trucks... They should be the mobile drone base stations from the Prosperity Era. I remember they seem to be used by the logistics and distribution industry." Vanus muttered.

When Vanus was studying at the military academy, he learned a little about the Prosperity Era. But for an officer, that wasn’t a compulsory course, so he only learned a little about it.

Frowning and staring at the screen, Chu Guang said in a deep voice, "The mutant Slime Mold controlled by hive has a very strong mimicry ability, they will imitate us… Or maybe other people’s fighting style."

Previous research by Hyrja had confirmed this.

From the Plague Knight to Plague Tank, without exception, they were products of the fusion concept.

What made people shudder was that those Mutated Slime Mold not only formed a highly centralized Hive society, but also possessed the ability to find and solve problems.

Even if these methods didn’t seem particularly smart!

"Attention artillery group A, coordinate..., 5 rounds of shelling, dense barrage."

Immediately, half of the dozen 88mm mortars changed their targets and unleashed their firepower toward the bombardment coordinate set by Chu Guang.

Some of the shells were stopped by the buildings and hit the buildings or the Elevated Highway, but many shells also landed near the target area.

Although the sudden artillery attack did not cause substantial damage to the trucks, it killed many Crunchers and flesh-red worms around them.

As the launching speed of the self-exploding flying bugs was slowed down, the suppressed anti-aircraft artillery position resumed its firepower.

The other 4 players quickly carried two machine guns and rushed to the air defense position to establish a new firepower point. Many players’ missions changed from suppressing enemy ground units to suppressing self-destructing flying units.

However, that was not enough.

Under the suppression of the artillery fire, there were still a large number of Crunchers rushing towards the truck bravely, turning their flesh and blood into shells.

Chu Guang immediately made a decision. "Artillery A and B groups, correct the coordinates of the bombardment... Use rolling barrages to clear the way for our ground troops!"

At the same time as the order was issued, Chu Guang immediately created a new mission and sent it to the front line.

…

Not far below the building.

Old White’s VM suddenly vibrated slightly on his arm while he was fighting fiercely with the mutants behind the explosion-proof bunker.

A light blue pop-up window appeared.

[Mission: Advance under the cover of the barrage and destroy the enemy artillery position!]

"New mission!"

"Everyone! Follow me!"

With a loud shout, Old White grabbed a few clips from the ammunition box and inserted them into the exoskeleton. He continued to fire while rushing towards their flank.

Ample Time, Garbage, and other players followed closely behind. Soon, a 10-man team came up from behind and took over their defensive zone.

Leaving the center of the battlefield, the temperature of the surrounding air dropped by several degrees.

Night Ten, who grabbed a submachine gun, caught up with Old White. "What is the new mission?"

Old White said succinctly, "Destroy the enemy artillery position!"

With a few RPGs on his back, Quit Smoking, who followed closely beside him, was stunned for a moment. "Artillery?! Mutants have artillery?"

The old players like Ample Time and Gale weren’t too surprised. After all, they had seen a lot of strange things before, so they didn’t have big reactions.

The number of Slime Mold Mutants was huge, and there were many types. Even a Cruncher could have several varieties based on their sizes, speed, and whether they could emit light.

According to the description of the Slime Molds in the Wasteland Online official website, there was nothing surprising about the fruiting bodies with remote support capabilities.

Old White didn’t answer Quit Smoking. He skillfully opened the mission briefing in the VM and shared a few pictures taken by the drone aerially with the members of the team.

Looking at the 4 trucks covered with Creepers on the screen, Quit Smoking couldn’t help swallowing, and it took him a long while to utter a beautiful phrase. "Holy shit..."

Garbage wasn’t nervous at all. When he saw the boss appearing, he showed an eager expression on his face.

His claws and muscles were useless in the frontal battle, but sneak attacks were different.

Boss fight!

It would be a perfect time for him to flex his muscles!

"How do we get there?" He asked with excitement.

Old White muttered, "We’ll take the trail we found earlier!"

They had been doing the hunter mission in the past few days, so they had already figured out the passages that could pass through the surrounding urban area.

Almost at the same time as Old White’s voice fell, more than a dozen shells landed on the street 80 meters away to the right in front of them one after another.

The scattered stones shot into the windows of the buildings on both sides, and even landed at their feet.

Old White quickened his pace with a serious face, and gestured for the team members to follow.

"Support fire is here, let’s hurry up!"

There were a total of ten players involved in the mission including Garbage, and the Bull and Horse Squad led by Old White. It represented the highest level of combat strength among the players.

The group of people set off from the flank and quickly went behind the Tide under the cover of the barrage. They rushed towards the enemy’s artillery position!

While they commenced their mission, fierce gunshots still continued on the frontline of the battlefield.

Mutants rushed up wave after wave, as if they were determined to tear the players’ position apart.

Naturally, the players would not let those beasts get what they wanted. With the support of strong logistics, the ferocious firepower remained undiminished.

After staring at the tank that broke down in the middle of the battlefield for a long time, Sideline Slacking, who was lying behind the explosion-proof bunker, frowned.

Suddenly, he thought of something and said to his teammates, "That tank is probably a Node Creature! We have to find a way to get rid of it!"

The gunshots continued to ring out like firecrackers in the surroundings.

Construction Boy, who could barely hear the captain’s voice, shouted loudly, "What? What is a Node Creature?!"

Eye Owe Money yelled back, "Similar to a Rotten Knight! A special evolution that can dominate other nearby fruit entities! I saw people discussing it on the official website."

Escaping Mole on the same front also shouted, "Is your information reliable?!"

Sideline Slacking couldn’t help but roar, "Nope! But there are an endless number of them! If we don’t get rid of it… We’ll have to fight them till dawn!"

Escaping Mole gave Elf Wang next to him a look.

The latter raised the RPG, took a deep breath, and activated his Thermal Vision talent, aiming at the flickering red glow in the gray-green thick fog.

After the trigger was pulled, the armor-piercing projectile flew out of the tube dragging a trail of white smoke, and hit the armor of that tank!

Sparks burst through the air and a large piece of Slime Mold creep was peeled off!

However, the metal jet of the armor-piercing projectile did not penetrate the tank’s armor!

Spring Water Commander, who wasn’t too far away, screamed above the gunfire, "Don’t waste ammo, I tried, it didn’t work!"

Battlefield Cheerleader, who was squatting next to him, cursed, "This armor is too outrageous!"

5 rounds of RPG couldn’t even make a dent in it!

Even the T-72’s armor was not as ridiculous as this!

For a moment, he couldn’t tell whether the tank was using a hack or the armor-piercing projectile was defective.

Both sides were stuck and neither could advance.

Just when everyone was at a loss for what to do, a piercing scream came from above their heads.

That sound was like an air defense siren and it was approaching rapidly. It sounded very much like the buzzer installed on the Death Howling.

A bad premonition welled up in his heart. Sideline Slacking raised his head suddenly, and his expression changed instantly. He yelled in shock the next moment, "What the fuck?!"

What he saw was a propeller plane with a wingspan of nearly 10 meters falling straight toward his position from the roof of a building not far away.

Irene gulped in fright. "Is that... Is that Mosquito?"

The buzzer was clearly the same model as the Death Howling rocket!

Also noticing the situation overhead, Eye Owe Money’s eyes widened in shock.

Especially when he saw the two huge aerial bombs hanging under the belly of the aircraft, his face paled in fear. "What the fuck is he doing?!"

Amidst the ear-piercing noise, a burst of unbridled laughter came faintly.

"HA. HA. HA. HA. HA!"

"Your granddaddy Mosquito is here!"

"Shit! Fly, you damn thing!"

The plane was soaring down so steeply, but the yoke had already been pulled to the base of his thighs.

Sitting in the cockpit and pulling the yoke with both hands, Mosquito gritted his teeth and prayed with all his might.

Perhaps the ‘Machine Spirits’ heard his prayer.

There was a violent shake of the fuselage and wings, and the nose of the aircraft, which was falling at an accelerated rate, started to rise.

Mosquito was overjoyed and he felt the blood in his body boiling.

It wasn’t just because his plan was working, but joy also came from the bottom of his heart.

There was no doubt that he would be able to conquer the sky!

Suppressing the crazily shaking fuselage and the blood creeping up to his eyeballs, Mosquito exhausted all his strength to keep its consciousness clear. He held the yoke with both hands, looking at the front sight drawn on the windshield, and moved closer to the silhouette in the fog little by little.

"The kill…"

"... Is mine!"

The moment the sight was aligned with the target, he slammed the bomb release button.

Two 100 kilograms aerial bombs stuffed with explosives fell from the sky and hit the broken-down tank like lightning bolts!

The flames and thick smoke of the explosions rose into the sky, and while the thick fog was dispersed, his plane was forced to rise a few meters.

Finally stabilizing the fuselage, the feeling of overload gradually disappeared.

Taking time to glance at the blazing street in the rearview mirror, Mosquito, who was holding on to the yoke, finally let out a sigh of relief.

"... Fortunately, I made it more agile…"

The speed of the propeller started to increase, taking his glider towards a more open airspace.

On the front line.

Burning gravel rained down on the back of the explosion-proof bunker, and the shock wave of the explosion blew up stones, sand, and even corpses, almost burying everyone on the front line.

Coughing dryly, Escaping Mole got up from the ground, picked up the rifle buried in the cement debris, and shook off the dust on it. "Damn it……"

Sideline Slacking spat out the sand in his mouth and shook his dizzy head. "I thought I was going to die."

Outside the explosion-proof bunker, thick smoke was billowing.

In the face of pure power and absolute equivalent, no matter how advanced the armor was, it was useless. Not to mention that the center of the explosion happened right on top of it.

The shock wave of the explosion blew up the Slime Mold inside the armor, as well as the mutants on half the street. Even though the remaining mutants were still alive, their actions became obviously slow because they lost the command of the Node Creature.

Looking at the messy battlefield and the mutants who lost their commander, Darkest swallowed unconsciously. "… Is it over?"

Battlefield Cheerleader nodded blankly. "It should be……"

Even if the armor could withstand it, no living thing could have survived that kind of explosion...

Not far away, there were sounds of explosions in the gray-green thick fog. Judging from the position, it should be the enemy’s artillery position.

The self-exploding flying bugs that continued to harass the front line and the anti-aircraft artillery position finally stopped. Presumably, it was Old White who infiltrated behind the Tide and the others finally destroyed it.

Sideline Slacking could feel that the Hive was probably thinking of ending the battle that day just like them, so from the very beginning, they went all out and deployed their best units.

But obviously, the firepower of the players exceeded their expectations...

The Tide was fading and it seemed like the offensive would end hastily.

However…

Would the administrator just let them go so easily?

The charge whistle sounded as expected. Sideline Slacking glanced at the VM on his arm, looked at the flickering mission pop-up window and a smile crept up his face.

It’s finally here, the final battle!

[Mission: The decisive moment!]

[Target: Destroy the hive on 65th Street!]