This Game Is Too Realistic

A hiss reverberated through the air.

Standing on the wall, the monster stared straight at him, its amber-colored pupils filled with a thirst for slaughter and blood.

The officer's face instantly lost all color, the cigarette still sparking between his stiff lips fell.

Soon, he realized it wasn't just one pair of eyes...

"Deathclaw!" The officer screamed in fright, simultaneously grabbing his rifle and firing the first shot. "... Prepare for battle!"

Almost as his words fell, the Deathclaws started roaring as they charged at the soldiers outside the mall.

The tranquility of the street was instantly torn apart by gunfire, the flashes illuminated the twisted faces of terror.

It wasn't just the presence of the Deathclaws that frightened them. Instead, there were people riding on the backs of those bloodthirsty beasts!

Not only were those people barbarically tied to the backs of the Deathclaws with ropes or the like, but the weapons they were carrying also varied.

Some had rifles and some had submachine guns. Others seemed to carry grenade launchers or something similar.

Before the Deathclaws got to them, the soldiers in black robes had already been overwhelmed by a barrage of preemptive strikes.

In just a few breaths of time, the cavalry had already reached them. The hot breaths of those beasts could be felt on their faces.

That moment, the soldiers of the Army truly understood what fear and brutality meant.

The group of bloodthirsty beasts was nearly invincible in close combat, often just a swipe of their claws caused blood to spray into the air and limbs to fall everywhere.

Whether it was the reserve army or the soldiers in black robes, their lives were harvested like wheat on a field. They were barely able to muster any effective resistance. All of them scattered and fled into the buildings nearby.

The people inside the mall clearly heard the commotion outside.

Looking out the window at the chaos on the street below, Li Ba's face was filled with fear, his rifle aimed at one of the rampaging Deathclaws. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't muster the courage to pull the trigger.

The next moment, a hand reached out from beside him, grabbed his gun barrel, and gently pulled it back from the window.

Li Ba turned his head, only to be met with Pangolin's gaze.

"Don't shoot. Don't attract those monsters. We're not their match..." Making a shushing gesture, Battlefield Cheerleader glanced outside and continued, "Hide here. I'll figure out a way to rescue our officer."

The street was chaotic.

Earlier, there were gunshots, but it soon devolved to screams and moans. There was also the shocking sight of dismembered limbs and blood.

Those brutal beasts were extremely cruel when it came to tearing their opponents apart.

In order to enjoy fresh prey, they almost never killed their prey immediately. Instead, they would move on to their next victim after completely incapacitating the first.

Since both sides had already engaged in close-quarters combat, the airship watching from above couldn't do a thing. They could only watch in fear.

In just two minutes, the reserve army suffered heavy casualties, and the Army's 10-men marine squad was almost completely wiped out.

Seeing no other targets on the street that could be ambushed, the cavalry swiftly retreated from the battlefield, just as suddenly as they had charged out.

Watching those ghostly figures scatter and disappear into the darkness, the officer who had been dragged into the mall still had a face full of shock.

Gasping for breath, he looked down at the bloodstain on his chest, then turned to the centurion beside him and squeezed out a word of gratitude with difficulty. "Thank you..."

Battlefield Cheerleader said nothing. Actually, he was mainly worried about blowing his cover because his vocabulary wasn't good enough to converse properly.

Finally catching his breath, the officer took a deep breath and made a proper judgment. "We need to retreat..."

Battlefield Cheerleader glanced at the soldiers and members of the reserve army outside moaning in pain before asking quietly, "What about the wounded?"

The officer's eyes flashed with a hint of pity, but it was quickly replaced by ruthlessness. "They... They are already dead."

Never in his wildest imagination would he expect the Enterprise to be able to manipulate mutants to fight on their side. It was a massive deviation from the information they had.

Especially since he couldn't be sure just how many of those Deathclaws were hidden in the city. Under such circumstances, the command center wouldn't possibly approve reinforcements to be sent.

Hearing the officer's reply, Battlefield Cheerleader sighed to himself.

What a pity...

After the remaining ground troops evacuated, the Heart of Steel bombarded the area without a care for their ammunition consumption. Their guns fired for a full 10 minutes.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bridge, General McClennan's eyes were fixed on the area illuminated by the artillery fire, his expressionless face completely dark.

A bad premonition filled his heart.

The longer they stayed, the more Enterprise soldiers they killed... Nothing seemed to weaken the enemy. Instead, their opponents seemed to grow stronger with each battle.

First, there were planes faster than their anti-air guns. Now, there were soldiers riding on the backs of Deathclaws. The 'Enterprise' was getting more and more outrageous while their advantages were shrinking rapidly.

Just how many reinforcements had the Enterprise sent?!

Or... Could the intelligence be wrong from the very start?

The staff officer beside him reported in a deep voice, "That signal source... It seems to be a decoy set by the enemy."

"Earlier, we detected more signal sources inside the city, from different areas, and they're on different frequencies. We can listen to their communications, but we can't decode what language they're using."

General McClennan was about to speak when an officer came to the bridge.

"Report! A communication request from General Griffin!"

McClennan said expressionlessly, "Link it to the conference room. Tell him to wait for two minutes."

"Yes!" The officer responded and quickly jogged away from the bridge.

After delegating the command tasks to his deputy, General McClennan turned and left the bridge, heading to the conference room located upstairs.

The conference room had a table in the center, and in the center of the table was a silver-white machine. Seeing General McClennan nod, the officer at the door immediately exited the room.

The ceiling light went off and the conference room was plunged into darkness.

However, light blue particles soon floated up from the device at the center of the conference table, re-illuminating the space. Before long, a man in his forties or fifties appeared in the holographic image.

He had a prominent nose, a hard look on his face, and an aura of a lion. Despite his fierce appearance, there was a trace of cunning flashing in his eyes.

Looking at the face, a hint of annoyance appeared in McClennan's eyes,

Too bad for him, the guy had one more star on his shoulder and he had to salute first. After receiving a salute in return, he spoke patiently, "What's up."

"Lighten up, it's good news." The man in the holographic image smiled lightly before he continued, "The marshal has adjusted our deployment in the Sunset Province. We are now officially involved in the war between the Falcon Kingdom and the Desert King."

As a hawkish faction, it was indeed a cause for celebration.

Only by expanding territory for the Army could one achieve great merits. Only war could plunder more wealth, land, and slaves.

However, there was little joy on McClennan's face.

Clearly, the biggest credit had already been snatched by the man in front of him. By the time he returned, there probably wouldn't even be soup left.

Perhaps sensing McClennan's feelings, Griffin continued in a gentle tone, "I was planning to wait for your return to start the next phase of the plan, but we unexpectedly encountered a surprise attack by the Enterprise's reinforcements. Before those desert dwellers receive support from the East Coast, we have to strike first. Of course, I believe you've already heard about this from other sources."

Clearing his throat, the man in the holographic image continued, "Now, I need you to carry out a new order. Immediately head to Oasis No.9 to support the ground troops of the Falcon Kingdom! I hope you haven't wasted all your ammunition. There are at least two tough battles waiting for you before you return to port to resupply."

"Enterprise's reinforcements?!"

Not even listening to the second half of Griffin's speech, McClennan's face showed obvious surprise or disbelief.

His previously composed demeanor could no longer be maintained. His hands slammed down on the table, and he raised his voice. "That's impossible!"

"The Enterprise's reinforcements have been firmly held in the southern part of the River Valley Province by our airship, we've been blocking them all this while! I can assure you, since the beginning of this month, not a single team... Not even a trade caravan has entered the desert."

"If you encountered the Enterprise's reinforcements... Who are we fighting?!"

A chuckle came through the communication channel. It contained plain mockery.

"Who knows? Maybe you're fighting the wastelanders?"