This Game Is Too Realistic

Not counting the Horned Rat's younger brothers, there were 23 people who were ultimately decided to stay. Including the ten heavy infantrymen of the Jungle Corps and the "Three Pillar Gods" of Dust Town.

Generally speaking, if there is not much difference in equipment, there is almost no chance of winning against humans with the same number of mutants based on their HP bar, basic defense and recovery power.

Even a 500 versus 500 fight would be extremely difficult, let alone 23 versus 500.

Especially in frontal battlefield confrontations, there is not much room for maneuver, unlike guerrilla warfare where there is room for pulling and pulling.

As Lao Bai said, this is no different from committing suicide.

However, the mouse was still a lizard, with strong fighting intent burning in their eyes, and not the slightest fear of the upcoming fight.

Death is just a destination——

They are all immortal heroic spirits.

Walking in front of Lao Bai, Garbage Man wearing the "Hunter" exoskeleton said solemnly.

"Those residents are begging you."

If the house is gone, it can be built again.

Just remember that they are still alive.

Lao Bai nodded seriously.

"I guarantee that when you come back, you will still have so many followers, not one without a few."

Junk Jun grinned.

"Hey, I remembered it."

After saying that, he waved his claws and then joined the brothers of the Jungle Corps in a cool manner.

The group of people split up and headed in the opposite direction to the main force.

Looking at the tall and burly back of Jun Jun, Qin Baitian hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Sir... the big-horned deer god, won't he join us?"

Watching the group of people leaving in the direction, Lao Bai narrowed his eyes.

"He wants to complete his mission and you will see him again."

Qin Baitian sighed with a bitter expression.

Although he is old, he is still not confused.

No matter how strong that adult is, there are still only five mutants. In the years he has lived here, he has heard that a mutant slaughtered half a village.

That sentence will see you again...

I'm afraid it's just a word of comfort that's better than nothing.

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Among the mighty team, Oge was sitting on an open-top off-road vehicle, staring intently at the wilderness to the north.

The bloodthirsty pupils were shining with hatred.

Oulu is his elder brother and his father.

The old priest who delivered him said that they were all born in a tent, or even a human mother.

This situation is extremely rare in the mutant tribe.

Few humans live that long.

Even those who are awakened will mostly die in the seventh or eighth year and be taken to the kitchen by butchers.

Perhaps it is because the human being who produced him has considerable strength, and he can clearly feel that he is obviously different from other human beings born in this world.

Stronger muscles, faster reactions, and a tougher physique... He was appreciated by the husband's chief when he was seven years old, and he and his brother compiled a hunting team and became the leader of the clan.㱕Hunter.

Perhaps because they were close by blood, his brother took special care of him and took him with him no matter what he did.

The first hunting, the first cannibalism, the first massacre of a village, the first time he received a commendation and honor from the leader, and accepted mechanical transformation... It can even be said that every major event in his life All were completed under the witness of Oulu.

But Oulu died.

And the death was extremely miserable.

When he saw the corpse, he wanted to chop his teeth into pieces, and vowed in his heart that he would use the most cruel method to torture the human who killed his brother until he breathed his last breath.

So when he learned from the leader that the murderer of his brother was hiding in a settlement called Chenchen Town, and that he was allowed to massacre that village, he was so excited that every cell in his body was trembling.

He seemed to have seen those despicable, cowardly and skinny two-legged animals, crawling and trembling under his feet.

Ah, how ugly that is...

His pupils were burning not only with hatred and anger, but also with a layer of excitement.

"Faster!" Oge shouted in a rough voice.

The mutant sitting in the driver's seat received the order, grabbed the intercom hanging on the center console, and shouted excitedly toward the communication channel.

"Og tell me to hurry up!"

Rough roars echoed in the communication channel.

"Og!!"

The wheels of each vehicle spun faster, and the mutant soldiers chasing after them ran as hard as they could, screaming and shaking their heads everywhere. After a while, they fell out of the queue, panting.

It's like this every time I go on a mission.

There are always a few stupid fish who can't squeeze into the truck and can't keep up with the team. In the end, they wander around without knowing where they are. Occasionally, they will bring back one or two unlucky men and women to prove that they are not fishing or fishing. Became a deserter.

But none of this matters.

The "Qi" tribe has never relied on those laggards, but the real warriors!

At this moment, the group of green beasts did not notice that a group of heavily armed players had already ambushed them on the road they must pass.

in the forest.

Looking at the mighty team on the plain, the Picheng paratroopers couldn't help but clicked their tongues while holding up their binoculars.

"Mom...why are these animals running so fast?"

The 42-mile marathon record on Earth has just "broken 2", but this speed seems to be just too fast for mutants.

Their powerful cardiopulmonary abilities gave them terrifying endurance. They could cover a distance of fifty miles in less than two hours, covering a quarter of a mile!

And this is still in the wilderness without roads.

Looking down at the vast dust shadows on the ground through the drone, the model worker said solemnly.

"They're starting to slow down."

The Piltover paratrooper frowned.

"Did they find us?"

Xiaoxiao, the bookworm, shook his head.

"No, it's probably just a normal tactical strategy to conserve energy before engaging the enemy... I wonder if they will rest for a while."

After a pause, he continued.

"If they don't plan to move forward after a break, now is the best time to take action."

"Well..." Midnight Killer nodded calmly, raised his right fist and waved, "Act as planned."

A pair of eyes ignited with excitement, and a uniform answer quickly came from the communication channel.

"receive!"

The hunt begins!

The ten people were divided into five teams, and they quickly moved along the jungle to the front of the road that the group of mutants must pass through, and spread out in an arc from the center of the circle.

One of the anti-tank teams stepped forward, and four players, including the team leader, took out their RPG rocket launchers and aimed at the advancing convoy.

Quietly waiting for the target to come within range, Midnight Killer immediately gave an order on the communication channel.

"Fire!!"

The moment the order was issued, the four players pulled the trigger almost immediately, and rockets dragged thick and long white smoke towards the convoy in the distance.

There is almost no reaction time.

The truck that bore the brunt of the blast was hit, sparks exploded in the convoy, and three trucks broke down on the spot.

Caught off guard, more than a dozen trucks suddenly stopped, turned, and swerved, and they were huddled together in the wilderness.

If the looters were attacked so suddenly, even if their morale was not reduced by half, the people who were blinded by the bomb would hesitate to move forward.

However, it is a completely different story for murderous mutants.

I saw a dozen mutants being thrown out of the car by inertia, but they fell to the ground and gnawed in the mud, and they quickly got up cursing.

The guys who were huddled together in the car jumped out of the car with a loud noise, grabbed their weapons randomly and ran towards the forest.

They're like animals -

No, they were holding large-caliber assault rifles.

"Come in!! Kill them all!!"

Oger, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the off-road vehicle, roared, slapped the driver on the shoulder, and then slapped the machine gunner off the roof of the car. He grabbed the machine gun from the back seat and pointed it at the forest. Sweeping randomly.

The hot bullet casings clinked into the carriage, and the muzzle fire illuminated his ferocious gums and twisted facial muscles. Thick and long tracers formed a network on the plain.

He roared like a wild animal.

"Die! Hahaha!"

The bullets swished through the jungle, tearing the thick tree trunks into pieces. The caliber was at least .50!

After a round of volley fire, the player quickly ducked to avoid it, moved to a new position and fired two more rounds of RPG. Then he put away the launcher, pulled out the XB-1 "Growler" bolter and turned on the safety.

Seeing that all the team members had almost reached the fighting position, Midnight Killer roared at the top of his lungs and took the lead in pulling the trigger.

"Free fire—!"

The muzzle blast resounded through the forest in an instant, and thick and long tongues of fire emerged from the forest.

The locust-like rain of bullets quickly hit the mutant soldiers who were running towards them, knocking the mutant soldiers running at the front off their feet.

The huge recoil force caused a pit to form under the soles of the feet. The model worker holding the "Growler" in his hand shook his teeth and shouted excitedly.

"Damn it! Brother Chicken! This power is so powerful!"

Listening to two shots with one shot is really not a boast!

When it breaks out of the barrel, the warhead will be ignited once in the air, dragging a tail flame towards the target, and after hitting the target, it will activate the firing pin of the warhead, releasing a metal jet as hot as magma!

This thing doesn't look like an assault rifle at all, it's just a repeating rocket!

A charging mutant sentry was hit in the chest by a shot, and a ball of hot sparks exploded from behind. He didn't even have time to scream, and fell to the ground with his life in it.

The mutant heavy infantry wearing a steel breastplate is so unpleasant. The thumb-thick steel plate is quite effective against rifle bullets, but it is like paper in front of the metal jet.

Sitting on the off-road vehicle, Ouge was shocked by the power of the bullet.

A bullet hit the side and rear of the car under him. Sparks danced directly in the back seat of the car. The two mutant warriors behind him howled and burned a scar on his back. , so frightened that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Damn it! What the hell is this?!"

This was the first time he saw a guy who could kill a mutant with one shot!

Fortunately, this bullet does not fly very fast and is considered a subsonic ammunition. It is not easy to hit a high-speed moving vehicle.

Oger's mind was spinning, and he suddenly grabbed the walkie-talkie and started chirping in the communication channel.

Upon hearing his order, eight off-road vehicles put down their tails hanging on the back of the vehicles, rushed to the front of the infantry, and drove out in an "S" shape in the wilderness.

The large amount of dust and the suspected man-made exhaust not only obscured the traces of the convoy, but also provided cover for the charging infantry.

Staring at the large amount of dust rising in front of him, Midnight Killer cursed inwardly.

As expected, Lao Ji was not joking with him.

This group of mutants is indeed not simple, not only can they adapt to changes very quickly, but they have also learned the tactic of pulling smoke to cover.

This hindered the aim of the Jungle Corps to some extent.

But——

Those green-skinned muscle guys obviously didn't expect that trouble would come from under their feet.

Because their attention was focused on the front, they didn't notice the situation under their feet at all. The mutant who rushed at the front quickly fell into the mud, rolled on the ground several times, was obscured by the smoke, and then tripped and fell on the ground. people.

"Roar--!"

With an angry roar, the mutant vomited out the mud in his mouth and struggled to stand up. Then he soon discovered to his shock and anger that the bunches of withered grass in front of him had been tied into dead knots at some point.

What is all this stuff? !

not only that.

There are nails and ropes scattered in the grass, and there are scattered tunnels that look like groundhogs. Although these traps do not cause much damage and are poorly prepared, they are extremely insulting.

The bullets with flames were still buzzing in the air, and there was no time to think.

From time to time, someone tripped and fell to the ground, followed by roars of pain. The centurions at the far end of the team quickly slowed down.

Looking at the green-skinned muscular guys one after another, the strongman hiding in the bushes screamed excitedly from behind.

"Charge up! Poke their eyes! Bite their throats! Kill them!"

However, contrary to expectations, the rat boys did not listen to him and did not understand what he was talking about.

Startled by the big green guys who suddenly broke in, a few rats that were still working on the trap jumped out and ran away in surprise.

No matter how loudly a certain horned rat chirped next to them, they didn't listen at all and just ran away desperately.

"Gan! These cowardly things!"

Looking at the rat boys running around in panic, I cursed for a while, but I quickly remembered that these guys were actually rats.

"MMP! You really can't count on these guys!"

Looking at the mutants struggling to get up from the ground, he gritted his teeth, pulled out the dagger hanging on his waist, and rushed forward with a roar.

"Long live the manager!"

The mutant soldier who had just climbed up was startled by the knee-high fat mouse.

And even this stunned husband was forced to rush closer and stab his calf randomly.

"O--!"

The dagger cut open the flesh, and the mutant roared in pain, and kicked him violently, but the kick missed him. Instead, he was blocked by the strong man and he ducked behind him.

"Die!!"

Taking advantage of the mutant's center of gravity, he bit the dagger, used all four claws at once, climbed up his back along his left leg, grabbed the dagger and plunged it into his throat.

Stab-!

Ezi cut the artery, and blood as hot as fire spurted out. The mutant knelt on the ground with his eyes as big as copper bells. Blood flowed like a profuse stream in an instant, and he died without knowing what happened.

"Bah! This blood really stinks!"

After spitting, he bit down on the dagger and jumped from the mutant's back shoulder.

However, just when he was about to pounce on another mutant, a huge impact came from the side, causing him to fly out and roll twice on the ground.

Half of his body lost consciousness completely, and the dagger in his mouth flew out.

After he came to his senses, he found that his skin was torn apart by shrapnel from his forelimbs to his stomach.

If it weren't for the pain barrier, this alone would be enough for him to faint.

The mutant soldier standing not far away grinned and lifted the handguard under the barrel of the gun, and the bullet shell, which was two circles thicker than his thumb, was thrown out of the barrel.

"Grass... shotgun!"

He cursed for a moment, reluctantly moved his left forelimb, and pulled off the pull ring hidden on his waist. A flame burst into his pocket.

There was half a kilogram of explosives hanging there.

Maybe this is the right way for mice to play.

The mutant strode up to him, stretched out his big iron-like hands, pinched his plump neck, and lifted him up from the ground.

Just when he was trying to figure out what was going on with the fat mouse, the fat mouse who was dying a second ago suddenly smiled evilly.

I'll take the first step.

leftover--

It’s up to you!

He shouted in a high-pitched voice.

"Long live the manager!"

The fire exploded in an instant!

㳒The mutant who lost half of his arm and head, his body covered with countless broken iron pieces, fell to the ground silently.

The fire that exploded in the wilderness was like a stone thrown into a lake, and was quickly submerged in the tidal wave of offensive.

However, in the eyes of the trembling rat boys, the inconspicuous flame was as dazzling as a burst of fireworks.

That moment——

Their horned rat turned bright!

"Brother Nan!!"

Staring at the explosion of fire with splitting eyes, Jingjing, who was lying in the forest, roared angrily, and her index finger was welded tightly to the trigger of the "lance".

The 20mm muzzle continuously sprayed tongues of flame, dragging tracer armor-piercing incendiary bombs into the noisy rain of bullets, like a cluster of flames swaying in the wind.

Whether it was the traps and sneak attacks of the tough brother, or the 20mm rifle in his hand, they could not hold the mutant back for long.

The lizard lurking in the forest rubbed its claws silently.

He is waiting for the opportunity...

An opportunity to enter and harvest!

"Twenty..." Mr. Garbage muttered silently, "If you can kill two rats, I have to kill at least twenty!"

The last hundred meters passed in an instant. After leaving behind hundreds of corpses, the mutant troops with rifles finally entered the jungle.

The jungle regiment kept firing while retreating, completely pulling the mutant troops into the dense forest with narrow vision.

At the extreme distance where you can almost smell the breath of the opponent, the bolt gun with a safe distance of 10m has lost its effect.

Not even just bolters—

Long-range weapons other than large-caliber machine guns or shotguns are almost useless at this moment when it is difficult to aim and shoot at the head!

Of course, the same goes for mutants.

The K-10 "Iron Wall" exoskeleton provides the twenty players of the Jungle Corps with extremely strong rigid armor that can absorb the kinetic energy of bullets at the expense of armor deformation.

Unless you get hit twice solidly, or unfortunately get hit in a vital part, it is basically quite difficult to die.

The opponent obviously knew this, so they didn't lie down on the ground and shoot at them, but rushed up to fight the players at a high cost.

Midnight Killer made a prompt decision, released the "Growler" in his hand, and pulled out the logging ax hanging on the "Iron Wall" exoskeleton.

The sharp ax blade can split a pine tree as thick as a thigh, and it can also split the neck and skull of a mutant.

Looking at the mutant warrior charging towards him, this time he advanced instead of retreating, roared and smacked him with an axe.

The ax that chopped vertically was so powerful that the mutant soldier had no time to react, nor did he expect that the human in front of him would dare to fight with him. A gap was opened in the Tianling Gai on the spot, and the red liquid was sprayed all over the ground. The teeth were chopped out.

Kicking away the heavy corpse, Midnight Kill Chicken reached behind him with his left hand and pulled down the other ax hanging from his back.

The dark breastplate was hung with red threads, and the figure covered in blood looked like an evil ghost in the forest. The two logging axes exuded a cold light.

The mutant warrior who rushed to his side was so frightened by the evil figure that he involuntarily stopped in his tracks.

This guy——

It’s different from the guys they used to eat!

"Roar--!"

Venting his fear in a battle cry, a heavily armored mutant captain strode forward and swung the mace in his hand.

The whizzing hammer head dragged a strong wind, and its terrifying kinetic energy was like a cannonball, as if it could even dent the armor steel of the tank.

If you take this blow, you will still be in a vegetative state even if you don't die.

Seeing that this fatal blow was about to hit the human soldier's face, the mutant captain's eyes flashed, and then a heartbreaking pain shot down his forearm.

The hand holding the mace was chopped off by the ax coming from the side!

"Ouch——!"

Suffering from pain, he staggered back a step. Before he could stand still, a strong wind hit him in the face.

Boom—!

The ax blade slashed vertically and smashed a head again.

And this time is only a few breaths of time!

"...Two!"

Drenched with hot blood and brains, Midnight Killer stared at the stopped mutant warriors with bloodthirsty eyes, and the excitement in his throat could no longer be suppressed.

"Totally crazy!!"

He roared loudly, picked up two axes and rushed forward.

Looking at the guy who was rushing toward him with meteoric strides, rare panic appeared on the dark green faces.

They were always the ones chasing those weak two-legged animals, watching those guys stumble in the forest, and then crying and begging for mercy.

No one had ever dared to act like this before. Instead of running away, Feiyu rushed towards them.

This guy is definitely not the people they have eaten in the past——

No.

He is not human at all!

The real hunt has just begun.

Twenty players from the jungle corps started a bloody fight with the green-skinned musclemen who rushed into the forest. The ax blades they wielded were like rolling meat grinders, harvesting a piece of meat amidst the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke. A green head.

For the players standing here, chopping necks is no different from chopping down trees. They are both the jobs they are best at.

This is a jungle.

This is their home court!