This Game Is Too Realistic

[Mission: Impetuous Charge]

[Remarks: The comrades on the southern front have bought us precious time, and the firepower of the marauders has been pinned to the south! It’s time to give them a heavy blow, when the whistle sounds, all players must charge toward the enemy positions!]

In the east...

A harsh whistle suddenly sounded from the original calm forest.

In the forest that was still silent a few seconds ago, the boiling killing intent and the roar of the charge rushed to the high ground like an overwhelming force.

The marauders standing behind the covers had a hint of panic on their faces.

For a while, they even lost count of how many people were below the slope!

"Charge!"

"Oorah!"

"Demacia!"

"Take the point! Take the point!"

What rushed out of the forest with players were the bullets that were poured down at those marauders like an endless shower!

The machine gunner at the window on the third floor turned the machine gun and pulled the trigger. However, he only managed to fire two shots before a blood mist suddenly burst out from his head. He fell on the sandbag, motionless.

The marauder, who was squatting next to him, hurried forward, took the machine gun, and was about to fire. But just as he aimed the gun, a bullet blasted open his skull, splashing the brain everywhere around the window.

On the roof of the double-story villa 500 meters away.

Night Ten, who pulled the bolt, calmly exhaled a warm breath, an excited expression appearing on his face.

"I got them! That’s 20 points easily..! By the way, are there any extra points for headshots in this game?"

"Stop thinking about other things... Focus on aiming!"

The distance of hundreds of meters had exceeded the range that an arrow could reach. So Ample Time simply acted as a spotter and reported the enemy position to the Night Ten next to him.

"Our people have advanced to the front... Shall we follow along?" Night Ten asked.

The fastest team had rushed to the high ground.

The progress of Group B was smoother than expected. There were nearly 160 people in the 16 teams, and they tore a hole directly in the defense line. The marauders there were completely stunned.

There were no other marauders near the machine gun points.

Well, they were probably all dead anyway.

Holding the telescope, Ample Time observed calmly. "Wait for the order, our position has not moved."

Since the order had not been updated, it meant that they still had to guard their assigned position.

But it didn’t matter.

As the support group, they were the same as Group A on the southern front. As long as they stayed in their positions, they would get war points.

...

"C’mon, Roro! Run fast! Our teammates have all charged. If we don’t go now, we will fall behind!" Riding on the back of a big white bear, Tail was pulling the fluffy fur of the white bear, waving the iron-barreled rifle in her hand, and shouting loudly.

Although her voice was not loud, it was full of energy.

"Wo-won’t you be shot if you stand so high?"

Just as she was talking, a bullet swished past the big white bear’s ear, frightening her so much that she almost turned around and ran away.

Tail pulled her back with difficulty and said, "Don’t be afraid! If I’m shot, Sisi is still there!"

Sisi, who was charging next to her, gave the white bear a thumbs up. "That’s right, don’t worry, just charge. For Xiaoyu’s smile, we will take turns riding you!"

"I, I, I don’t want to be ridden at all!"

The white bear, with a steel plate hanging on her chest and above her head, looked like she was about to cry. However, she still mustered up her courage and rushed forward.

However, after she charged to the top of the slope, she was surprised to find that the marauders seemed to be scared silly after seeing her; they even forgot to fire their guns for a while.

Maybe...

Maybe they’re right… I am strong!

Just as the White Bear Knights launched their charge, the marauder’s eastern front had completely collapsed.

The players who attacked the high ground had no intention of wasting time with this group of marauders. They rushed into the marauder’s defense position like a swift wind.

Killing a regular target would get them only one war point.

But if they followed the VM’s mission prompt, reached the target point, and occupied the favorable terrain on the map, everyone on their team would get 10 war points!

In a team of ten, even if only one person reached the position, the mission would be considered complete.

And if they were able to hold the position for more than three minutes or get the new order, they would get another 10 war points.

That would be 20 points in total!

In the battle, it would not be too much to capture 5 positions, right?

That was simply the best chance to make money!

Different from Group A, which was dominated by people holding bolt-action rifles, the 16 teams in Group B were more composed of players equipped with automatic rifles, and each team was equipped with at least three Sickle assault rifles!

The players, who acted as the main siege group, received 60 rounds of ammunition and two grenades before attacking.

In addition, each team was equipped with a support soldier carrying an Armor Fist Bazooka.

Army-produced bazooka like that with TNT charges in its warhead was very easy to use, whether it was anti-vehicle or anti-infantry.

Especially dealing with the target hiding in the building or behind a bunker, one shot could easily blow up the person with the bunker in a nice buy one get one free combo!

...

After the eastern front suddenly encountered fierce firepower, the marauders who were guarding the high ground finally reacted.

It was not because of their superior firepower that the group of people who had been pinned down by them in the woods did not dare to move forward.

It was because those people were the bait for the feint attack...

The players in Group A had already prepared to sacrifice themselves, so no matter what the casualties were, they didn’t take a step back.

The marauders, who were located on the high ground, launched two consecutive offensives towards the bottom of the slope, but they were all pushed back.

The troops in the experimental base began to be mobilized. The marauder team guarding the southern front, under the leadership of the squad leaders of each team, quickly moved towards the eastern front for support.

However, at this moment, the second round of artillery strike landed on their heads.

The buzzers hanging on the side of the rockets made a piercing sound as they whistled through the air, like the long cry of a grim reaper, creating a series of explosions in the open space in front of the experimental base.

Not many people were killed on the spot, but there were countless people who were frightened.

"Ahhh!"

"My! My arm!"

"Help me…"

There were constant painful wailings from the chaotic defense position.

Old White, who was standing in front of the window, looked at the bright explosions outside the window, with a surprised expression on his face. "Damn… They’re really noisy..."

Are these two rounds of rockets the masterpiece of Brother Mosquito?

This is simply incredible!

Hearing the footsteps coming from the corridor outside the door, Old White suddenly had an idea in his heart. He stretched out his handcuffed hands, grabbed the sheet, and quickly went to the wall beside the door.

The door was slammed open, and two marauders with rifles rushed in.

Before the two found him, Old White threw the sheet in his hand directly at the two of them, and then used all his force, restraining one with handcuffs, and slamming the other against the wall with his shoulders.

With 17 points of strength and the explosive power of Limit Breaker, the two of them didn’t even have time to react when they were squashed into meat paste.

After breaking the neck of the man in his arms, Old White immediately delivered an elbow strike, ending the stunned marauder on the wall.

"Fuck, the wound on my stomach is cracked again."

My 7 points of constitution isn’t considered too low, but why hasn’t it healed yet!

Without looking at the corpses on the ground, Old White picked up a pistol from the ground and shot and shattered the chains of the handcuffs and shackles. He then threw the pistol, picked up the Army’s standard Ripper rifle on the ground, and walked directly out the door.

There was a chaotic sound of footsteps downstairs; no one had spare time for a captive.

Swaggering down the stairs, Old White was about to slip away through the back door, but he didn’t expect to run into an acquaintance in the corridor as soon as he arrived on the lower floor.

After Ka and his subordinate behind him saw Old White, a moment of surprise flashed across their faces. The two marauders immediately raised the automatic rifles in their hands and were about to fire. However, Old White, the ability user, reacted a step faster. He grabbed the nearest rifle with his left hand and stabbed the man behind Ka with the Ripper rifle with his right hand.

Puff…

The bayonet directly went into the man’s chest and came out from the other side.

Old White quickly twisted the gun, causing the blood to gush out from the man’s body. The man’s pupils dilated in pain, and he fell into a pool of blood.

After taking out one marauder, Old White looked at the man with the tattoo on his face. "You saved my life, and I saved yours too. So surrender."

Ka couldn’t understand what Old White was saying. After discovering that he was not able to pull the rifle away from Old White’s hand, a fierce look flashed in his eyes. He immediately pulled out the dagger with his left hand and stabbed Old White in the throat.

However, he soon realized what a terrible mistake he had made.

The swift blow in his eyes was as slow as an ant crawling in the eyes of Old White.

Old White raised his foot and kicked him in the chest without saying a word, sending him flying across the corridor. He fell heavily to the ground and tumbled a few times.

Ka only felt as if his chest had been hit by a truck. The air in the chest cavity was squeezed empty, and he didn’t know how many ribs were broken. He coughed violently, but instead of coughing up water, he coughed up blood.

"I already told you that I would spare your life, why attack me?"

Throwing away the Ripper rifle in his hand, Old White picked up the automatic rifle that the marauder leader had dropped on the ground, stepped forward, and picked him up from the ground.

At this time, the sound of dense footsteps suddenly rushed in from outside.

Leading the way into the lobby of Building 3, Battlefield Cheerleader was about to rush into the corridor, but he bumped into Old White who was standing in the corridor.

"What the heck? Old White?" His eyes instantly lit up.

Wasn’t he a captive? Why is he here?

He also managed to capture one marauder!

Old White, who was carrying the marauder leader, also saw Battlefield Cheerleader. There was a look of surprise on his face. "Holy shit, you guys are really fast."

Battlefield Cheerleader laughed. "Of course! We don’t want to see our brother suffering in the hands of marauders, so we rushed all the way over to save you!"

Come on man, there is a 50 silver coin reward… How can we not be fast?

Not knowing about the mission, Old White simply laughed and told him to stop with his nonsense. After a pause, he continued, "Those marauders seem to have run to the ecological park below Building 3. There is an elevator and a fire escape on the first floor that can get you there. By the way, how is the battle outside?"

Battlefield Cheerleader said with a smile, "It’s basically over! Our guys pushed up directly from the eastern front and surrounded the marauder troops deployed in Building 5. It is estimated that the siege is over by now. There are about ten teams left to be transferred to the southern front for reinforcement, and the battle has almost come to the end... Did you hear that? That’s the charging signal, the brothers in the feint group also rushed at the enemy."

The piercing whistle echoed in the marauders’ defense position, becoming the last straw that overwhelmed their psychological defenses.

Their defense lines began to crumble. As stubborn resistance gradually turned into a dying struggle.

Those marauders who were devastated were either killed by axes and bayonets in melee combat, or were shot behind cover in foxholes just half dug.

The team led by Spring Water Commander fully occupied Building 3. After cutting off the elevator power, they forced the two gates of the fire escape to open.

Cold air from the first floor was poured into the passage and the players lit a fire at the entrance.

Liu Ding, the deputy captain of the guard, who was wearing an exoskeleton, walked to the front of the position and shouted at the marauders who were surrounded inside the ecological park.

"Your leader has been captured, surrendering is your only way out!"

"Put down your weapons, raise your hands, and come out on your own!"

"Ten minutes later, we will not spare anyone when we go in!"

On the other side of the battlefield.

After retrieving his VM with the help of Battlefield Cheerleader, Old White rushed into the tent directly opposite Building 3 with a rifle.

In the tent, there was a dying Deathclaw, with a metal box of unknown purpose inlaid on the back of its neck.

Next to the Deathclaw stood an old man.

After seeing him, the old man did not hesitate at all, immediately stopped his work, and simply raised his hands. "I surrender."

After participating in so many battles, Old White understood the words "I" and "surrender". But he didn’t know how to deal with the monster.

Just when Old White was hesitating whether to take the first kill, his VM suddenly vibrated, and a light blue pop-up window appeared.

[Congratulations to player Old White for completing the first kill of a Deathclaw]

[Reward: 10 silver coins, 50 contribution points]

[Please choose whether to broadcast on the server: Yes/No]

Seeing this line of words, Old White, who was about to kill the monster, was stunned for a moment.

What the heck?

I haven’t done anything yet?