This Game Is Too Realistic

Town 417.

The roar of artillery and gunfire was incessant.

The Scorpion infantry vehicles, pushing forward in a staggered line formation, kept firing. In front of their dual 45mm guns, the rows of ruined houses in the town were like paper mache.

At the same time, the Hyena armored vehicles advancing on the flanks also continued their barrage, with quad-mounted machine guns drawing deadly webs in the air.

The already crumbling ruins quickly fell apart under the barrage of high-explosive and armor-piercing rounds, crashing into the ground as mounds of earth.

However, the players stationed in the town did not retreat, making a stubborn resistance around the few remaining strong points.

The first 500 in the reserve army pushed to the front had suffered over 80% casualties, and the remaining 20% were pinned down behind shattered obstacles by machine gun fire.

But soon, another 500 or so wastelanders were pressed to the front, in units of hundreds. Or rather... They were threatened to advance by the guns turning to their backs.

The officer in the back, holding a megaphone, roared, "Charge!"

"Or die trying."

Under the suffocating atmosphere, the cannon fodder pushed to the front had no time to think. They could only rush forward mindlessly.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Compared to the thick, long barrels behind them, the enemy hidden in the ruins seemed slightly easier to deal with. They charged through the distance of less than 300 meters with gritted teeth.

However, they soon paid the price for their naive thoughts.

Despite suffering heavy casualties, the players still held their ground and wave after wave continued to fill the frontline.

Even dozens of bodies dropping... Even repeatedly engulfed by artillery fire... The machine guns never stopped firing.

Facing the machine gun barrage, every forward charge cost them dozens of lives.

The muddy road to Town 417 was stained red with blood, which was then diluted by rain. Amidst the gunfire and explosions, no complete human forms could be seen, only chunks of flesh that was twisted as it flew forward or fleeing backward.

The disciplinary team behind them fired upon those retreating, forcing the cannon fodder to continue forward, exhausting the besieged enemy's ammunition.

Under the fierce assault, storming the town had become a brutal execution by firing squad.

It seemed they had exhausted the defenders significantly, and the Scorpion infantry vehicles began to advance, with the first five starting their engines.

However, just as they were about 200 meters from the town, several RPGs, like locusts, suddenly sprang forth.

A penetrating 300mm armor-piercing shell might struggle against a Conqueror, but those weak vehicles were no tank.

Three of them had holes blasted in them instantly. Black smoke filled the air as one of them was hit directly at the connection point between its guns and body. The high-temperature melted metal ignited the ammunition below the turret, causing the turret to go boom and knocking down the following heavy infantry.

The centurion commanding the armored squadron was shocked and grabbed the communicator, "First wave, fall back!"

"Covering fire, be alert! The enemy has anti-armor capabilities!"

There was no need for their captain to give the order. Seeing their comrades' dire straits, the other two Scorpions that narrowly escaped death didn't bother with anything else and quickly reversed.

The marines advancing with the vehicles lost the protection of their moving cover and three 10-man squads were pinned behind the wreckage of the other vehicles, unable to move!

The infantry, having advanced halfway, tried to dispatch two small teams for support, but soon saw two more RPGs flying out of the town.

This time, the payloads were high-explosive shells.

The blast wave and shrapnel instantly blew two soldiers away, and the rest, if not dead, were mostly wounded as they lay powerlessly on the ground.

"Beautiful!" Lone Wolf excitedly waved his fist, about to deliver ammunition to the person shooting the RPG when suddenly a hurricane-like noise swept by his side.

Dozens of high-explosive shells exploded instantly, and before he could even grunt, he and the other player were blasted into pieces.

But...Instantly, a new anti-tank duo took their place. Crawling behind cover, they were ready for a second round of stealth attacks.

...

With his gaze fixed intently on the town two kilometers away, Richie's eyes narrowed to slits. To be honest, their tenacity was somewhat unexpected.

Initially, he expected the battle to end within 10 minutes, yet they had endured 10 minutes after 10 minutes.

Nearly half an hour had passed, and the outermost buildings of the town still hadn't been occupied.

Glancing at the pale-faced infantry from the reserve army beside him, a trace of disdain flashed in Richie's eyes.

These weaklings.

They're no better than clones.

Seeing Richie's glance, the adjutant standing beside him shouted into the intercom, "Advance, west and east flanks!"

"Even if you need to die, die moving forward! You better take the town!"

Under the officer's command, the attack from the western and eastern positions also began.

As gunfire spread from the north side of the town to both flanks, Town 417 became a meat grinder.

Screams and wails rose one after another. Yet, in the face of massive explosions, they seemed insignificant.

With casualties surpassing half their total numbers, players were forced to contract their line of defense, while the reserve army advancing under artillery cover finally managed to enter the town.

However... Their hell had just begun.

...

In the half-collapsed three-story western-style house, with half of the northwest wall blasted away, revealing its steel structures.

"Damn it, I feel like I'm surrounded by a whole division!" Swapping magazines, a young player cursed under his breath near the window. "How many of us are left?"

With a bandaged head, Zhang Hai who was squatting on the other side, frowned. "About 400..."

In a situation like that, it was impossible to accurately confirm their casualties.

Even effective command was difficult.

They could only fight independently throughout the town, squad by squad, relying on cover prepared in advance by their allies.

Fortunately, among the individual players, there were also veterans who had experienced several wars. With their high morale guaranteed, even if scattered, the squads did not fall into chaos.

Didn't I already retire?! They even dragged me back for such thrilling times... Damn it, those fools really can't see me living a good life eh?

Thank god for my great body in this game...

Not to mention the fact that he was an agility type player, possessing great control over his body.

"Seems we can't hold on," muttered the young player, tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Damn, their firepower is too fierce."

Zhang Hai didn't answer. Instead, he took a deep breath, glanced at the smoke-filled street outside the window, and the dozen or so figures emerging from the smoke. "Hold on!"

After he spoke, he poked his rifle out of cover and swiftly pulled the trigger.

The first three people rushing in front were instantly killed, while the remaining few soldiers quickly sought cover to return fire at the windows upstairs.

The young player gritted his teeth, picked up the RPG launcher, loaded a high-explosive grenade, and poked it out the window. "FUCK IT! I'm taking you down even if I die!"

The rocket flew out of the window, but two bullets struck his chest and another pierced his left shoulder.

The next second, an explosion rang from the other side of the street.

Unable to confirm the casualties on the opposite side, Zhang Hai reached out and grabbed the young player, pulling him toward the direction of the stairs.

"Are you fucking insane?!"

"Ahem...I'm fine." The young player coughed twice, chuckled while trying to appear strong. Before he could finish, a rocket grenade flew in through the window, the blast wave pushing Zhang Hai forward, nearly causing him to stumble down the stairs.

Even so, he didn't let go.

Once on the first floor, he checked the young player's injuries and found that both bullets that struck his chest had been blocked by the bulletproof vest and the only one that actually entered his body was in his shoulder.

"Can you move?"

The young player coughed from the smoke for a long while before squeezing out a word. "Yeah..."

"Then get up, walk on your own!" Zhang Hai yanked him up, then opened yelled into the communication channel, not caring whether there was a response. "Everyone, retreat to the third defensive line!"

"Prepare for the final battle!"

The third defensive line was at the town's hospital, the only five-story building in the vicinity. With its intact surrounding ditch and courtyard planted with vegetation, it had been heavily fortified by friendly forces.

At the same time, it was also their last line of defense.

On the other side, the squad where Yaya and Teng Teng were located also encountered the enemy. They were engaging in a firefight with the Army's marines. Perhaps realizing they were women, the 10-man squad attacking their sector seemed intent on capturing them alive, thus did not start with heavy firepower.

But soon, they paid the price for their stupidity.