This Game Is Too Realistic
chapter-131

Outside the east gate of Wetland Park, at the connection between 76th Street and the wreckage of the viaduct, the sound of gunfire and explosions rang out one after another.

The Sideline Slacking group, that was the first to enter 76th Street, was ambushed by the mutant human team before they could go further.

The 2 people walking in the front were turned into hedgehogs on the spot, and the remaining 8 people scattered and retreated. They hid behind the covers, and took out their weapons to fight back.

Hearing the gunshots coming from the front, the Bull and Horse Squad group that came out of the park right after them immediately rushed to support.

However, the mutant human ambushers had apparently spotted them too, and soon a few arrows were shot in their direction.

Ample Time, who was shot in the stomach, was dragged behind the cover by Old White.

"Dammit! If I had brought my mechanical compound bow with me, I would’ve killed these bastards already!" Ample Time scolded and stretched out his hand to pull out the arrow stuck in his stomach, but before he could reach the shaft, his hand was stopped by Old White.

"What are you doing?" Old White said seriously. "I noticed that those mutant humans’ arrows have hooks. If you pull them out, it will take out all your intestines!"

Uh...

Ample Time gasped.

It wouldn’t hurt, but it sounded scary.

Crouching behind the cover next to him, Escaping Mole lit the Molotov cocktail, handed it to the strength type player next to him, and pointed in a direction to instruct the player to throw it out.

The Molotov cocktail drew a beautiful parabola, flying across the defensive line of the friendly army, and smashed on the position of the mutant human. Burning wood tar scattered and splattered instantly, setting up the wreckage of the old car on fire, forcing the mutant humans behind to leave the cover.

The friendly troops in front immediately seized the opportunity and opened fire. At least a dozen bullets were fired, and the mutant humans who left cover were severely injured.

However, it was useless to just injure them.

The injured mutant humans were quickly dragged into the building on the side of the street by their teammates. The wounds of these green-skinned muscular men would solidify and scab at an incredible speed, and they would stand in front of them all lively again after a while.

The only one with a gun in the Bull and Horse Squad was Night Ten. After a period of training, his shooting accuracy was much better than when he first touched the gun, but if he wanted to hit the target at a distance of two or three hundred meters, it was still not an easy thing to do.

Especially when the sneaky arrows shot from the enemy’s side caused him a lot of trouble.

He avoided several arrows with his sensitive perception. The arrows flew past him, almost scratching his ears, making him tremble with fear.

If he was not careful, he would go back to the forum to wait for the respawning cooldown.

"Damn it! I’ve never fought such a tough opponent before!" Looking at the mutant human who was completely fine after being shot, Night Ten, who finally hit a target, started to curse angrily.

The last of the Molotov cocktails had been used, and Escaping Mole shouted at the top of his voice, "We don’t have guns, let’s retreat!"

These Molotov cocktails were originally reserved for moths, but now they were all used on mutant humans.

Hearing that the teammates in the back were planning to withdraw, Sideline Slacking, who was trapped in front, panicked, and hurriedly shouted towards the back. "What the fuck?! Don’t leave us here!"

Ample Time, who was lying next to Old White after being hit by an arrow, scolded. "Then you gave me a fucking gun! All our equipment is not effective on those green bastards! How the fuck do you want us to help you?"

Escaping Mole grunted suddenly, "Where’s Mosquito?! How long are you going to prepare?!"

"It’s almost done!" After finally picking up his box from the corpse of his teammate, Mosquito hurriedly opened the box and took out the Tempest 0.5 Special Portable Edition from inside.

Before he could introduce his equipment, Mosquito lit the fuze, carried the bazooka as thick as his thigh on his shoulders, aimed at the mutant human closest to him, and shouted loudly. "RPG INCOMING!"

The tail flame and white smoke from the rocket filled his mouth. A rocket was blasted into the abandoned bus 50 meters away, and then burst into a cloud of orange-red fireball.

There was no doubt about it. It possessed impressive firepower.

Especially after learning from Midnight Pubg’s mistake, Mosquito replaced the high-explosive warhead with an incendiary warhead and increased the charge.

Although it didn’t directly hit the target he was aiming for, the flames that rolled up directly swallowed a mutant human, causing him to scream in pain. It rolled in the snow trying to put out the fire, but was shot dead by the players in the front row.

Ample Time, who was hiding behind the cover, looked at the situation on the other side, frowned and said, "There are at least 10 on the other side!"

Old White grunted in response, "Why do I feel like there are at least 20!"

"It’s unlikely to be 20 of them. If there are really that many of them, they wouldn’t just shoot at us. They would’ve already broken through the defensive line!" Ample Time explained.

It was precisely because the number was not many, the other party’s tactics were more sly.

Even so, however, the situation was far from optimistic.

There were 9 people on the Bull and Horse Squad side, all of which were equipped with anti-moth weapons, which were completely useless against mutant humans.

The 10 members that made up Sideline Slacking’s team were armed with guns, but they were caught off guard at the beginning, and only 5 people were still holding their positions. The rest were either killed or wounded, and were seriously wounded enough to lose their combat effectiveness.

The will of the players was very tenacious. As long as they could still move their hands, they would not stop fighting, but the gap caused by practical factors cannot be reversed by willpower alone.

They were not dealing with one or two mutant humans, but a whole mutant human ambush team!

This team was estimated to have been lying in ambush here for a while, waiting for them to enter their circle before engaging in battle.

The Greenhouse Ruins raid team behind was caught in a dilemma.

Whether it was Ample Time or Escaping Mole, it was clear in their hearts that if they continued to be locked in combat, it wouldn’t end up well for them.

But if they abandoned the teammates in front and retreated, those mutant humans would definitely charge without hesitation and take all the friendly forces in front out.

Seeing that the ammunition was about to run out, Sideline Slacking sighed in his heart, took off his VM, stuffed it into a satchel made of fur, and threw it to the Ample Time group behind.

"Take my VM back! You guys withdraw right now!"

Night Ten reached out and picked up the satchel. He looked at Sideline Slacking who was putting a bayonet on his rifle in front of him, and said in surprise.

"Damn, brother, are you crazy?! Fighting mutant humans with a bayonet?!"

Gritting his teeth, Brother Sideline shouted with a tragic expression, looking at the beloved gun he just bought. "Go! Don’t worry about me!"

Night Ten said in confusion. "I am not worried about you, I mean don’t you want to throw the gun over too!?"

A gun was worth hundreds of silver coins, which was much more valuable than the VM, which was worth 40 silver coins.

“Fucks sake!"

Feeling that the firepower of the prey in front of them had weakened, the mutant humans began to move forward eagerly, preparing to hunt these weak humans in the most primitive way.

Just as Sideline Slacking scolded and was about to throw the gun over, there was a sudden movement in the direction of the Wetland Park.

One after another, familiar figures came out from the forest.

Hope instantly lit up in the eyes of Ample Time, who was leaning against the cover, and he shouted to the friendly army in front of him.

"Reinforcements!"

"Our reinforcements are here!"

Almost at the same time he shouted out, the sound of dense gunshots came from the jungle, accompanied by overwhelming shouts of battle cry.

"Die!"

"For the Alliance!"

"For His Majesty the administrator!"

The surging and passionate battle cry made people’s blood boil with excitement. Although almost every player shouted different slogans, this group of players shouted out the momentum of thousands of troops.

The fearless mutant human seemed to be overwhelmed by this momentum.

However, they did not turn around and run away like marauders. Instead, this charge stirred up the savagery and brutality flowing in their veins. They roared, threw their bows and javelins, pulled out pitted battle axes and sticks wrapped with iron wire, and charged toward the players that were rushing towards them.

This group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered actually dare to fight with them in close combat?!

The two groups quickly collided with each other and started fighting hand-to-hand. The player who rushed at the front was knocked away by a mallet, but soon more players rushed forwards with their spears, turning the mutant human who rushed at the front into a hedgehog.

Before charging, they threw away their VMs, and completely abandoned the restraint and disguise of civilized people.

Everyone was ready to sacrifice themselves, even in the face of monsters more than ten levels stronger than themselves, no one was afraid.

In reality, it was okay to be scared.

But in the game, what’s there to be afraid of?

Three days later, they will come back to life again!

Both sides were completely blinded by the killing, and the scene was extremely brutal and bloody for a while!

It was probably the first time for those mutant humans to see such brave human beings. When they rushed towards them, those weak humans not only did not turn around and flee, but they fought with them in close combat.

"Roar!"

Furiously waving the mallet in his hand, an elite mutant human who was obviously larger than other mutant humans blocked the axe that was slashing at him with his muscular arms, and then swung the mallet casually, sending the man with the axe flying.

It was like playing baseball!

"Come at me! You ants! Who else dares to stand in front of me!"

Oh shit, they are really coming!

Flicking the red and white liquid on the mallet off, the mutant human elite angrily looked at the surrounding humans who ignored his roar completely and kept rushing up to him in a maddened charge.

That was the first time he encountered this kind of situation!

At this moment, a tall figure suddenly appeared in the crowd opposite.

The man’s breastplate was shiny, his whole body was covered with steel plates. He held a ridiculously large warhammer in both hands, and stepped towards him with steady and firm steps.

Sensing a dangerous aura from the man, the mutant human elite lowered his body slightly and clenched on the mallet in his hand tightly.

"Roar!"

His feet exerted strength suddenly, and he swung his mallet and dashed towards the target armed with steel plates.

"I’m going to smash your head!"

Chu Guang didn’t panic at all. He picked up the hammer in his hand, and swung it at the mutant human.

Having 16 points of strength, and coupled with the driving force of the exoskeleton itself, even if he was holding an ordinary hammer, he would still be able to tear down a wall.

Not to mention that a layer of high-pressure nitrogen gas was attached to the hammer’s surface!

"Goodbye."

It was a collision of brute force and technology!

The nitrogen armor that was almost compressed into a solid state exploded in an instant, and the mutant human elite was blasted out before he realized what happened, and his mallet was shattered into pieces together with his arm!

Falling next to the trash can more than ten meters away, the mutant human elite who was still alive a second ago was dying.

The hammer not only shattered his arm, but his internal organs were also shattered by the shock wave of the explosion.

"Our administrator is awesome!"

"Charge!"

"This kill is mine!"

Seeing that the elite monster was heavily injured by the NPC, the players wielding the spears and axes became excited like they were on drugs and rushed forwards, wanting to finish the elite mutant human off.

Holding the hammer to stabilize his body, Chu Guang glanced blankly at his dying opponent, but was secretly surprised.

At the moment of the collision just now, the power he felt from surpassed anything he felt when fighting Bear.

I didn’t expect that just a slightly bigger elite monster would have such strength!

Coupled with that ridiculous resilience, it was no wonder his players were having a difficult time.

After beheading the mutant human elite, Chu Guang didn’t stop. He continued to hold the hammer while moving forward to find enemies, specifically picking out those who were singled out.

Ordinary arrows and stones were like scratches when they hit his breastplate, leaving no traces on his armor. Under the cover of the players, almost no mutant humans could touch him, but he was able to kill or injure those mutant humans with his hammer.

After blasting away the third mutant human, the last mutant human was also besieged by the players. He was stabbed into a hedgehog by spears and javelins, and his head was chopped off by an axe.

The encounter, which erupted at the entrance to 76th Street, ended in victory for Shelter 404. Both sides proved their bravery with blood, and no one surrendered.

After the battle, Chu Guang asked Little Seven to use drones to count the casualties.

There were 101 players involved in the battle, and there were 15 who died and 6 were wounded.

The total number of mutant humans participating in the battle was 11, and all of them were killed.

Picking up the VMs that had been thrown on the ground earlier, the players received the battle report from the administrator, with surprised expressions on their faces.

"Holy shit... 101 people fightning 11 people, but we still have more deaths than the other side!"

"You should be happy. According to the official website data, the level of mutant humans is at least level 20, But I think that they should be higher than that! Last time there were ten people, and the managed to kill one. But they ended up having one dead and one wounded. I am already very happy that we are able to kill ten of them after we were ambushed by them this time."

"We charged too early. We should’ve fired at them for a while before charging.”

"It’s useless. All of them were tanks that had high health points and high defense. Moreover, their resilience was ridiculously strong. It’s like all of them were wearing some legendary equipment. Even if we charged after we finished shooting all our bullets, I don’t think the difference would be very big. Instead, our losses might be bigger that way because all our teammates at the front would’ve been killed by them."

"These greenskins were too fierce! They broke my axe!"

"That’s nothing! The guy we surrounded had three javelins stabbed in his body, but he was still able to swing the mallet and fought with us. Later, only when we shot him in the head at a close range did we manage to take him out.”

"Is it reasonable not to nerf them?"

"Speaking of which, why didn’t Roshan come?

" I suggest recruiting more brave players. This batch of players are too cowardly."

Old White, covered in blood with an arrow in his arm, limped over with a javelin in one hand and a broken blade in the other.

Although the injury was not minor, his face was full of excitement.

Fighting those mutant humans was much more fun than chasing marauders!

Sure enough, only this kind of battle is more exciting!

Chasing after the villains who bully the weak and fear the strong wasn’t fun at all!

"Dear administrator, are we going to continue?"

Chu Guang glanced at the wound on his body and said lightly. "Your injuries are not minor. Continuing to fight can easily cause irreversible damage. I don’t want to see anyone die from serious injuries."

"Take your teammates and go back to the nurturing cabins to rest."

Continuing to fight with mutant humans was not realistic.

Instead of rushing into the forest to attack, these mutant humans chose to ambush their enemies at the entrance to 76th Street. It meant that they were not as brainless as they might seem.

Not only were they well versed in the art of guerrilla warfare, but they were also cautious.

The reason why there were no reinforcements at this moment was not that there was no spare power for reinforcements. It was very likely that they deliberately showed weakness and spread their men around to set up ambushes.

If he led players to continue moving into their territory, it would definitely be a new round of tragic deaths. They would be walking into a meat grinder!

It would not be worth it.

Even if players could come back to life after three days, fighting like that would still drain his resources.

Looking at the end of the street, Chu Guang chuckled. He turned around and waved his hand, signaling the nearby players to pick up the corpses, equipment, and loot on the ground and return to the outpost.

Wagons had been stuffed with corpses, and the smell of blood could be smelled from far away.

Looking at the corpses on the wagons, the nomads watching at the east gate had expressions of surprise and fear on their faces.

Of course, what surprised them the most was the expressions on the faces of the blue coats around the wagons.

Many people had more or less some injuries on their bodies, and some were simply covered in blood, not knowing if it was their blood or their enemy’s blood.

However, everyone’s faces were filled with nonchalant expressions as if nothing had happened, and they even chatted and laughed with each other casually while carrying their weapons.

These people seemed to have no idea what fear was and were not afraid of dying.

They were like the god of war who once fought with their ancestors!

Many maidens in the nomad tribe blushed while looking at them, their eyes becoming misty.

As the leader of the tribe, Iron Axe Wu greeted Chu Guang who returned in triumph. Looking at the blood on his armor, he asked carefully. "Sir, are you injured?"

"This is the blood of my enemy.” He had tried to wipe it off with his hand, but after realizing that it couldn’t be wiped off, Chu Guang didn’t bother to care about it, and continued looking at Iron Axe Wu.

"There is a tribe of mutant humans on 76th Street. They have at least 30 members and the exact number is unknown. So keep your people away from there."

"Also, if there is any movement, report it to me immediately."

"Remember not to go into battle without my authorization."

Hearing that the enemy was actually mutant humans, Iron Axe Wu was shocked, and he couldn’t help looking at the blood on Chu Guang’s breastplate again.

With his hands clasped in fists, he respectfully replied, "Yes, sir!"