This Game Is Too Realistic

The sun set in the smoke and fire, dying the snow a poignant red. The corpses were strewn everywhere in the wilderness, like the scene of hell.

It finally ended.

What happened probably couldn’t be called a war. It was more like a one sided massacre!

After losing the protection of the armor, there was no longer any reliable cover around. When the shriek of death came from overhead, and the whistle of the charge sounded from all directions, Yu suddenly recalled the fear he felt in the forest that day.

The power of awakening did not give him the slightest sense of security.

He just hated that he didn’t have two more legs so he could run faster, or two wings so he could escape this terrifying place quickly...

Northwest of the battlefield.

Under the cover of his confidants, Black Snake, who abandoned his truck, finally escaped into the forest.

Facts proved that he made the right choice.

"Damn it... Where did these people get so much equipment?!" There was a trace of panic in Black Snake’s eyes.

What were those things that flew towards us earlier?!

How many cannons do they have?!

Black Snake felt like what was happening at the moment was a dream. No, it was a nightmare!

It was completely different from the information he had.

Obviously, these survivors didn’t even have a decent vehicle just over a month ago. They were suppressed by their armored pickup trucks and couldn’t fight back or run away.

Now, the situation has completely reversed.

The next moment, Black Snake suddenly saw from a distance that his most loyal and brutal Company Leader dropped the gun in his hand like a coward, and crawled on the ground to beg the survivors for mercy.

"Useless fool!" Cursing angrily, Black Snake ran towards the depths of the forest, not daring to stop.

The survivors who attacked them had already spotted them, and the pursuers quickly headed in their direction, chasing after them.

In order to cover his retreat, 4 of the 6 henchmen who followed him into the forest had to stay behind, and the remaining two escorted him and continued to flee northwest.

There were gunshots coming from behind.

The 4 of them had probably already started to exchange fire with the survivors.

However, the gunshots stopped not long after they rang, so Black Snake didn’t know whether the 4 subordinates were still alive and whether they had stopped the pursuing survivors.

Having no time to care about them, Black Snake continued to run forward.

However, at this moment, he suddenly realized that his military advisor was gone.

Not knowing when he had lost the guy, the panting Black Snake asked his confidant beside him. "Where’s Vaders? Where’s that guy?"

The confidant answered quickly, "I don’t know, when we got out of the truck, he was still behind us. We don’t know when we lost him. Maybe he got separated… But Boss, just forget about him, we have to break out from here first!"

Another confidant also yelled, "Yes, boss! As long as we can make it out of here alive, we will have chances to take our revenge!"

Although they were defeated and suffered heavy losses, it wasn’t to the point that they wouldn’t be able to make a comeback.

Black Snake still had 6 companies of marauders ahead, and they were heading his way at the moment.

As long as he could regroup with his followers, he still had a chance to turn the tables.

At worst, he could just give up Clearspring City, leave the tough bone to Lion Fang, and march eastward according to the original plan.

It was said that there was a good place called Red River Town there. It had a very lucrative mine and was a slave owner’s paradise.

With the remaining 600 men, it was more than enough to capture that place.

As for today’s losses, there would be opportunities for him to take all of them back!

Suddenly, 2 gunshots came from behind, interrupting Black Snake’s thoughts.

The man running on his left groaned in pain and fell forward on the snow.

The other confidant was startled. Knowing that he couldn’t escape, he stopped running, took out a submachine gun, and fired random shots behind him while using a thick tree as a cover.

"Boss! Go!" He shouted loudly. "I’ll cover you!"

Black Snake, who was running in front, was moved.

However, before he had time to say anything, he saw the subordinate who stayed behind to cover his retreat, was shot in the head by the bullet that was caught up and fell backward on the snow.

Black Snake knew that he couldn’t run away.

Those people’s speed was simply outrageous. No matter how far he ran, they would still be able to catch up with him.

Further on, the snow was getting deeper and deeper, and it had reached his thighs. Black Snake found a fairly reliable cover, took two deep breaths, and shouted behind him, "Friends, Is it really worth it for you to risk your life to chase me? I have nothing left, and I have nothing on me. Even if you catch me, you won’t be able to get anything.”

"So why don’t you turn around? In those trucks of mine, there are treasures, wine, and women. You’ll find everything you want there! If you don’t go there now, there won’t be anything left for you later."

On the way from the center to the south of the River Valley Province, he destroyed at least 10 survivor strongholds and looted countless supplies and treasures.

Thinking of this, Black Snake felt like his heart was bleeding in pain. After half a year of hard work, he didn’t expect to lose everything even before the winter was over.

Only then did he regret not listening to Vader.

If he was cautious enough, would he still end up like what he was?

The two players who were chasing behind him looked at each other with blank looks on their faces, not knowing what he was saying at all.

Elf Wang looked at his companions beside him with a raise eyebrow. "Uh... What is he saying?"

Irene shrugged. "Who knows."

"What! Didn’t you say you can speak the Federation of People’s language?" Elf Wang snapped at him.

Irene smiled with embarrassment, "Uh, I only know a few words... How about I try Hilichurlian?"

"Sigh, I can’t count on you."Elf Wang sighed and shook his head.

Then, using a few words he learned from NPCs, he called out to the marauder leader hiding behind the tree.

"Surrender!"

"Live."

"Resist."

"Die!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Black Snake was stunned for a moment, not understanding at first.

And when he finally understood what he meant, he was furious. "Want me to surrender? You wish! Even if I die, I will never be a prisoner!"

Want to catch me alive with just two people?! In your dreams!

With a roar, he raised the assault rifle in his hand and shot behind him.

The bullets whizzed through the woods and hit the tree in front of Irene and Elf Wang, causing a splash of sawdust.

Taking this opportunity, Black Snake pulled out the last smoke bomb and smashed it hard outside the cover.

As the smoke began to spread, he emptied the last magazine without any delay, then dropped the rifle and ran towards the depths of the forest.

However, what Black Snake didn’t expect was that as soon as he left the cover, several gunshots rang out from behind the smoke.

The man completely ignored the smoke and fired his rifle several times at him.

After being shot several times in the back, Black Snake fell headfirst into the snow before he had time to let out a scream, ending his sinful life in such a sloppy way.

After the smoke dissipated, Elf Wang stepped forward with a rifle, poked Black Snake’s face with the bayonet, and found that the man was indeed dead.

Irene also came out from behind the cover, glanced at the marauder who was killed through the smoke and said in surprise, "Damn, brother, did you use wallhack?!"

"Get lost, can you even install a hack in this game? This is my talent, do you understand? It is called Thermal Vision! With this, I can see infrared light. Is it awesome?"

Irene looked envious. "It’s awesome... Honestly, your ability is really like a cheat."

Elf Wang smiled foolishly and said, "It’s indeed a little bit like a cheat. Generally, the smoke bomb is useless against me, unless it is the kind that can block the heat source."

Or the bomb could generate heat itself.

At this time, Escaping Mole’s voice came from behind the two of them. "Fucking hell, it’s finally done! What about you guys? Have you caught up with any NPCs?"

It took him a while to tie up the prisoners in the back, and when he caught up, he found that the gunfire in front had stopped.

Irene said, "It’s done, that guy is lying on the ground. Speaking of which, is this guy really the Company Leader? Or is he a Brigade Commander?"

Mole said with certainty. "Most likely a Brigade Commander."

Elf Wang gave him a curious look. "How do you know?"

"Are you dumb?" Escaping Mole rolled his eyes and said as a matter of course, "Have you seen any other NPCs who had someone else cover them while retreating before?"

Elf Wang was dazed.

What the heck?

It makes sense!

Escaping Mole went up and checked the man on the ground. "Damn it, he’s dead."

Elf Wang scratched the back of his head embarrassedly. "Uh, I originally wanted to hit him in the leg, but the recoil of this gun is too great, so the second shot was fired at his back."

"That’s why you’re not smart. You can just pick up their submachine guns like me." Shaking the Army’s submachine gun wrapped in tape in his hand, Irene said with a smug expression, showing off. "This thing works very well at close range. It uses the 9mm pistol bullets and has almost no recoil! You can easily take out a large area of enemies with just one magazine of bullets."

The administrator seemed to like full-power bullets a lot. Whether it was an automatic rifle or a light machine gun, they all had a 50mm cartridge. The bolt-action rifle was even more ridiculous, with a length of the cartridge was 70mm!

Perhaps it was the experience learned from surviving in the wasteland. The powerful rifle was better at dealing with mutants, and a small-caliber and short-cased rifle couldn’t even break the defense when encountering a creeper.

For example Type 95, the full length of its bullet was only 58mm, and its shell was estimated to be slightly more than 30mm.

What did that mean?