This Game Is Too Realistic

Outside the Battery Factory.

The gunshots rang in the air, and bullets ripped through the streets.

Suddenly, a marauder came out of the cover and aimed the Armour Fist Bazooka on his shoulder at the gate of the Battery Factory.

Although he quickly attracted the gunfire, the trigger was pulled.

"RPG!" Makka Pakka yelled and jumped aside.

Almost at the moment when the voice fell, a rocket swooped through the street and hit the outer wall of the Battery Factory. It exploded into fire, scattering the cement fragments in all directions, and exposing a large area of steel bars.

A player leaning near the wall was caught off guard and fell to the ground after being hit by an incoming bullet. The player who was squatting next to him immediately grabbed his collar and dragged him back to the cover under the cover of the other team members.

On the street outside the Battery Factory, objects caught on fire sporadically.

A pickup truck with welded steel plates broke down in the middle of the road. The steel plate at the front of the car had been dented, and the antifreeze was flowing out of the gap under the hood and spreading all over the ground.

The marauder sitting in the driver’s seat was as blasted into pieces as the destroyed bulletproof windows, and there wasn’t any complete piece of flesh on his body. However, the fixed machine gun at the back of the truck was unscathed, and was still shooting frantically at the Battery Factory, continuously venting its firepower.

"Their firepower is too fierce!" The strength type player Construction Boy, tried to set up a light machine gun to return fire, but was pressed back before he could do anything.

The marauders, holding rifles, leaned against both sides of the street and pressed forward in the direction of the Battery Factory.

Under the suppression of the machine gun fire, Sideline Slacking had to retreat to the Battery Factory with his team to shrink the line of defense.

Just with one exchange, they lost three team members, leaving seven people in Team B!

Although the marauders also suffered five casualties, compared to the ferocious offensive, their casualties seemed insignificant.

"Fuck!" Leaning on the back of the cover, Sideline Slacking cursed and changed the magazines while glancing at the pickup truck that was stuck in the middle of the road.

That one shot didn’t blow up the truck!

How strong is its fuel tank?!

Or… Were we just really unlucky?

"We have to figure out a way to take out their machine gun!"

Seeing the captain looking at him, Construction Boy, who was holding a light machine gun, yelled, "Where’s our sniper! You need to stop taking so long to aim, time to fire!"

Eye Owe Money snapped angrily, "Sniper my ass! How do you want me to snipe with a semi-automatic rifle?! Not to mention that I made the reticle of the scope!"

Construction Boy yelled, "Slacker, what do we do now!"

Sideline Slacking looked at the other team next to him. "Does your team still have rockets?"

Drumhead Washing Machine replied instantly, "One left!"

Sideline Slacking gritted his teeth, and just when he was about to order the other team to use the rocket to take out the truck, Makka Pakka’s shout suddenly came from the side. "Wait, I got something better. Use mine!"

After speaking, Makka Pakka ran back, disregarding the bullets flying behind him, and quickly took out a tube with a caliber bigger than his face from the truck.

To be precise, this should not be considered a rocket launcher, but more like a portable rocket pod!

Inside the rocket pod were 12 steel pipes, each of which was about 1,100mm long and 20mm in diameter. All the steel pipes contained a rocket that weighed more than a pound!

Seeing it, Sideline Slacking was shocked. "What the fuck? What the hell is this?!"

"Flier Fist. But that’s not important. Watch this!" Saying that, Makka Pakka pulled the trigger excitedly.

Immediately afterward, twelve steel pipes shot out all twelve slender rockets, bombarding the center of the street indiscriminately.

Honestly, the weapon had extremely low accuracy.

But in the face of absolute power, it was no longer important to be accurate!

Half of the street covered by rockets burst into flames in an instant. At least three rockets hit within three meters of the truck, and one of them directly hit the steel plate in front of the fixed machine gun!

The charge of 144 grams of TNT was not much, but its power was comparable to 2 to 3 grenades.

The machine gunner standing on the gun emplacement was instantly blown up and the machine gun ceased fire instantly.

The pressure on the players and survivors in the factory was immediately reduced by a lot!

Makka Pakka, who threw away the rocket launcher, threw his fists in the air excitedly and shouted, "Nice!" Then he picked up his rifle again and ran behind cover.

Including the guard, Lu Bei, several local survivors who fought alongside the players were completely stunned.

What weapon is this?!

It’s a little too crazy…

Construction Boy seized the opportunity, set up the light machine gun, and raked the street with gunfire; the marauders’ offensive was instantly repelled.

The administrator had given him 200 rounds, and there were still about 100 left; so it should last a while if he used it sparingly.

Looking at Makka Pakka who was squatting beside him, Sideline Slacking’s eyes almost popped out. "You gotta be kidding me? That is Mosquito’s rocket?"

Makka Pakka laughed. "Haha! 12 20mm Flier Fists! Is it Awesome? I bought it from the market for 20 silver coins."

Sideline Slacking roared, "20 silver coins?! Freaking awesome! You got more?"

It’s so damn cheap!

Makka Pakka shook his head. "No. It was a one-off deal. It is said that it cost 200 silver to make it! After Mosquito gave it to me, he said that he would never make such weapons that are not cost-effective again!"

Sideline Slacking was struck speechless.

The marauders squatting on the street were all scared silly by this bombardment. Obviously, they didn’t expect that their opponents still had such a powerful killer ace up their sleeves.

But the deterrent of that bombardment didn’t last long, though.

Under the curses of the squad leader, someone quickly reacted and rushed to the pickup truck under the cover of his teammates to replace the dead machine gunner.

However, soon, the marauder jumped out of the truck while cursing and ran into the ruins beside the truck.

Eye Owe Money, who was holding a semi-automatic rifle, yelled with excitement when he saw their reaction. "Their machine gun is broken!"

"I saw it! Brothers hold on, our victory is in sight…"

Halfway through the words, Sideline Slacking’s face turned ugly.

The same was true for the other players around. Before they could get excited, they saw another pickup truck with welded steel plates emerging from the end of the street. It parked directly behind the destroyed pickup truck, using its wreckage as a cover to hide the truck and driver.

The fixed machine gun once again vented its firepower and raked the players’ cover with each burst of three bullets.

Unprepared, the Construction Boy holding a light machine gun was shot dead. After finally getting rid of the fire suppression, the marauders began to push forward again.

Feeling the bullets flying above his head, Sideline Slacking couldn’t help but curse in his heart.

Damn developers! Are they trying to kill me!?

"How many marauders exactly did the server spawn?!" shouted Eye Owe Money.

"At least 4 teams! I heard that the marauders at the experimental base seem to have three or four armored pickup trucks in total!"

"Fuck! This is like half of their force!?"

At this time, the shouts of another team of players came from behind, "They went around the back of the factory!"

At the same time, gunshots came from the rear and south of the factory area, and the marauders who circled from the front battlefield to the back broke out in a fierce exchange of fire with Team A.

Grabbing the army-style light machine gun from the body of Construction Boy, Eye Owe Money couldn’t help saying, "Should we try to fight our way out? Maybe there is still hope if we do that! If we are surrounded by them, we will be finished!"

"Trying to break out now is like intentional feeding! Their machine gun is aiming at us on the outside!" Sideline Slacking gritted his teeth, bayoneted his rifle, and shouted. "Prepare to abandon the wall, we will withdraw into the factory building in a moment!"

Honestly, that was not a good idea.

The more they were surrounded, the more they should try to break out of the encirclement. Only by breaking out would they still have a chance. If they kept waiting behind the cover, it was only a matter of time before they were wiped out by those marauders. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

These marauders were very smart. They even knew how to use the tactics of attracting frontal firepower and splitting a team of people to attack from the side. It was the tactic that players once used on them.

If there were more players, Sideline Slacking would definitely choose to let a group of people break out through the weakest point and find a way to get around the back of the machine gun pickup truck.

But now, he had run out of ideas.

Unlike the situation now, although the battle the night before was also a situation where they were facing a group of enemies that were superior in number, they only needed to hold on at all costs; even if there was only one person left in the end, it would be considered a victory.

Whatever it was, there were more than 100 villagers behind him!

"Damn it!" With a curse in his mouth, Sideline Slacking shouted loudly. "Team A takes cover, Team B withdraws into the factory building!"

"Copy!" Without a radio, they could only rely on roaring at each other to give commands.

But fortunately, they were all the old players here, and they cooperated very well. With just one look and a few simple gestures, they could understand what the other teammates wanted to express.

The players on the edge of the wall retreated back in an orderly manner. After evacuating into the factory building, they then covered Team A.

When the marauders saw the survivors on the edge of the wall retreating, they didn’t speed up their push immediately, but cautiously sent a few people forward to find out what was going on inside the factory.

Taking advantage of the brief respite, Sideline Slacking brought the two teams together and counted the casualties.

Of the two ten-man teams, Team A’s situation was a little better, losing four team members. Team B, which tried to break out earlier, had only four people left, suffering 60% of losses!

Moreover, most of the people who were alive were also injured.

But even so, no one was afraid!

"The ammunition can be divided into 20 rounds per person. Let’s distribute the bullets evenly. Take off all the VMs and put them together. There is a positioning function on them, so our people will find them for us."

Taking a deep breath, Brother Sideline glanced around at the players standing in front of him, and said in a sonorous voice.

"This is our last line of defense!"

"We must hold on!"

"We’ll fight until the last man!"

What responded to him was a high fighting spirit. There were even excited roars and shouts.

"Roar!"

"Ahh-wooo, awwooo!"

"Yee-haw!"

Outside the factory building, the marauders had surrounded the place.

Sideline Slacking asked the young guard to evacuate the factory survivors into the warehouse behind the factory building.

It was enough to squeeze the survivors into the area of ​​hundreds of square meters. But its connection with the outside world was only one row of vents and an entrance.

If the players successfully blocked the marauder’s attack, then all the survivors would be able to live.

But if they failed...