This Game Is Too Realistic

A Switchblade circled from the ruins to their rear, and the dense smoke and fire from the explosion instantly engulfed the entire street.

The marines were deader than dead.

Resting a rifle on the window, Yaya raised the corners of her mouth happily. Although she wasn't the main damage, it didn't stop her and the newbie beside her from showing off.

"...Don't be afraid, Jiujiu, big sister here will protect you!"

However, hearing her show off, Jiujiu was completely unimpressed. "What's there to be afraid of?"

Yaya was taken aback. "Eh? You're not scared?"

Sitting in the corner of the room with a Neural Connection Device, Teng Teng gently curved her mouth and said. "Don't underestimate the newbies of today."

Teng Teng's cabin had been left in the care of a hired NPC girl.

Like other Lifestyle Profession players, she was also incorporated into the mixed 1,000-man team and had been placed in the same squad as Yaya.

Compared to raiding and airborne operations, defensive duties were relatively easier.

Well... It was barely easier considering the situation.

Jiujiu's eyes shifted, then she suddenly spoke. "By the way, Sister Teng Teng..."

"What is it?"

"What do you think of my brother?"

"Your brother?" Teng Teng paused for a moment, then gasped softly, "Oh? Night Ten?"

"Mm!" Jiujiu quickly nodded her small head, her eyes burning with the spirit of gossip.

Seeing right through the little lass, Teng Teng sighed helplessly, "Isn't he still a kid?!"

Jiujiu was momentarily stunned, then suddenly chuckled.

Yaya looked at Jiujiu curiously. "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, my brother always thinks I'm a kid!Hmph! How did the saying go again? Anyway... Hah! It's karma!"

Jiujiu nodded her head contentedly, but before she could finish, an iron fist rocket launcher exploded against the wall in front of her.

The explosion's smoke and fire instantly engulfed her, and even Yaya, who was slightly further away, was almost swept into it.

Looking at the rubble-covered mess, Teng Teng was momentarily stunned, her breath freezing for half a second. Just a second ago, the person who had been joking with her had been blown to bits.

"...Is this what war is?"

"Cough... Don't space out, duck!" Before she could react, Yaya, who had staggered up from the ground, had already scooped her up under her arm and retreated through the rubble and debris.

Teng Teng wasn't spacing out but was connecting her consciousness to a street crawler robot via the neural interface.

Only one left.

Although she wanted to buy more, the items in the shop weren't infinite. She had to leave some for other intelligence type players.

A 10-man squad charged up and when they saw the retreating Teng Teng and Yaya, several Army martines visibly sped up.

However, before they could get close, intense explosions from the side engulfed everyone with smoke and fire drawn into the alley.

Cuddled in Yaya's arms, Teng Teng heaved a sigh of relief. She pinched the slightly aching center of her forehead and felt that all of them had been dealt with.

Destroying two 10-man squads... Her record was quite impressive. After the campaign ended, they should receive a decent rating.

Feeling something squishing up against her face, Teng Teng struggled to twist her neck, her expression slightly discontent as she looked up at Yaya. "Hey, can you put me down now?"

...

When they received orders to retreat to the hospital, other players defending different areas also gradually started to make their way over.

Apart from those who couldn't get away or stayed behind, the originally 1,000-man team now had fewer than 50 people left.

Distant sporadic gunfire gradually grew softer, with the occasional sound of grenades exploding, signaling the demise of those who stayed behind.

Zhang Hai organized the remaining personnel for defense. "This is the last defensive line. We've done our best."

Wrapping a bandage around his shoulder, the young player gulped, "So, have we completed our task?"

"Probably." Glancing at the marines surrounding the courtyard wall outside, Zhang Hai continued, "We've held them off for nearly an hour... It should be enough."

He felt that the young fellow called Spring Water Commander was actually a pretty good strategist.

However, plans not keeping up with the actual battle was also normal.

That airship was basically a giant cheat engine, capable of reconnaissance, artillery fire, and even had a shield that made it 'invulnerable'. It was difficult to deal with indeed.

Everyone tacitly prepared for a do-or-die struggle.

Just then, piercing whistles suddenly came from the sky, with trails of white smoke streaking across the sky and falling on the north side of the town.

It was like a rain of fire that had been bestowed by the heavens!

There was no time to dodge, as the armored squadron and the first 1,000-man team of the Army's marines were instantly engulfed in a boiling sea of fire.

Looking at the rain of fire falling from the sky, those inside the hospital revealed looks of surprise. However, it soon turned into wild joy and excitement.

"Hahaha! Reinforcements!"

"Our boys are here!"

Looking at the rolling smoke and boiling sea of fire in the distance outside the window, Zhang Hai excitedly propped up his rifle and yelled at the people behind.

"Prepare to counterattack!"

...

The battlefield, shrouded in gunsmoke because the land had been baptized by rocket fire a moment ago. It looked as if it had been gnawed by a dog.

One by one, light infantry vehicles and armored vehicles were billowing black smoke or already engulfed in flames. Of the originally nearly full-strength armored squadron, only eight vehicles had survived.

Members of the Army limped out of their vehicles, some crawling out from under them.

The infantry exposed outside were not so fortunate.

Whether heavy or light infantry, most were blown open by the rocket bombardment. Their flesh filled the earth below.

From the north side of the town to the outskirts, there were no cover they could use.

When the soldier who survived prepared to call out to his fellow comrades, five pairs of tracks suddenly burst out of the dense smoke.

"What the fuck?! Tanks?!"

Seeing the tanks charging straight at them, the faces of the soldiers descended into panic. Although those tanks looked primitive and had nothing to do with technology, their hard steel armor and towering turrets with coaxial machine guns were not just for show.

Bullets and shells shuttled through the smoke-covered battlefield, and soldiers who survived the initial airstrike rushed back into their vehicles to try to drive away.

Not giving them a chance to turn their turrets, the tanks that had entered the battlefield from the north had already begun reaping their battle contributions!

"WAHAHAHAHA! Finally, it's my turn! Tiger, step on the gas! Damn, do you really think you can escape from my tracks with your shitty wheels?! Try and run now, assholes!" Sitting just below the turret, Makka Pakka's eyes were glued to the scope, his right hand pressing down firmly on the trigger.

"Fire!"

With an excited cry, an 88mm low-bore pressure cannon spewed flames. A shell flew out with a whoosh, hitting the frantically retreating Scorpion.

The thin 30mm side armor was instantly penetrated, and flames burst out from the guns above the Scorpion.

Makka Pakka yelled in excitement, "Enemy vehicle destroyed! Quick! Reload!"

"I'm loading, I'm loading! Don't fucking rush me!" The strength type player squatting at Makka Pakka's feet rolled his eyes, but his hands didn't stop moving. Pulling a shell from the ammunition rack, he shoved it into the cannon.

The next second, another deafening blast rang in the small cabin.

Soon another Scorpion was destroyed.

The Army's remaining eight vehicles were quickly reaped by the New Alliance's tanks, exploding into piles of scrap metal under the powerful shells.

Those tanks were the latest masterpieces from Steel Plant 81, named 'Tank 1' as the New Alliance's self-created product.

Although the name wasn't as fancy as Goblin Technology, the technological might of Steel Plant 81 was not to be underestimated.

With its angled armor, a relatively modern gun layout, and five pairs of load-bearing wheels along with tracks, no one would be able to tell at a glance they were BMP 1 replicas.

To shorten the new production line, the 100mm low-bore pressure cannon was changed to an 88mm cannon, but since the alliance's latest mastered N10-anion nitrogen compound was applied, the armor penetration capability wasn't reduced at all. In fact, it grew stronger.

The only drawback was the 30 meter safety distance, which could be a bit difficult in close combat, but generally, tanks don't often get the chance to face off in such close areas anyway.

As for the slow initial speed of the shells... It didn't pose a problem.

Shells flew a little slower, but they were still faster than wheels!