"… It happened so fast. I did this and that, and then I threw out a dagger and hit the tin can in the face, catching it off guard! Then I seized the opportunity, pulled out the fuse, and six grenades exploded, engulfing me and him in the flames of the explosion!"
On the forum.
The Battlefield Atmosphere Group was vividly describing their heroic performance in the battle, and they didn't take death seriously at all.
Unlike the edge paddling.
The edge guy would be sad for not bringing his teammates back, but the Battlefield guy was indifferent to the death of his good brother [I am the darkest], and was only interested in studying various ways of death.
Last time when he fought the Bone Chewing Tribe, he made a self-destruct fuse on his clothes to trigger all the grenades, but the group of predators was too weak, so he didn't have a chance to use it.
This time he finally found a chance to use it, but it made him excited and danced with joy.
Unfortunately, the Battlefield Atmosphere Team's language skills are average, and after telling this story for a long time, not only the players, but even the cloud players were confused.
Debt Eyes: "What the hell is that?"
What can I do with you: "You laughed, I'll just watch your performance quietly."
Canyon Fleeing Mole: "I have a question. How did you kill it with a grenade when the armor couldn't be penetrated by 37mm armor-piercing bullets?"
Elf King Fugui: "Yeah, I was just about to ask, and what the hell is a tin can? Power armor? Or riveted plate armor like Bachi?"
Night Ten: "What's the name of the new monster? I'm actually more concerned about this."
Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "Fuck! No one cares about me? It's so ruthless!"
Irena: "Okay, okay, I can't go online for three days, thank you for your hard work. (Funny)"
Fountain Commander: "Come on, stop bragging, I saw it all! Your grenade just scratched him, there was no damage at all. (Slant eyes)"
Macabazi: "Hahaha, real!"
Battlefield atmosphere group: "Fuck, Fountain?! You came down too? (Surprised)"
Fountain Commander: "Isn't it normal for me to come down? The fourth wave of offensive strength is obviously too strong, obviously killed by the plot."
Battlefield atmosphere group: "Hehe, I thought you, LYB, would definitely be able to go back alive."
Fountain Commander: "Get lost. (Rolling eyes)"
All 125 players died.
Since the launch of the closed beta of "Wasteland OL", there has never been such a tragic battle.
Especially many people have just obtained the game qualification, and have just experienced how real the so-called "100% real virtual reality game" is for half a day, and they are made real by the game.
Grave Ghost Catching: "It's really real, but it's too damn hard."
Bone Ashes: "+1, during the 4th wave of the attack, at least 20 creepers broke into the building where our C class arrived... How can they fight like this?"
Silver Dad: "We in Class A are even worse off. A hunk with a blood lock came right in! Damn, if it weren't for saving my good son, I wouldn't have died for nothing."
Silver Hand: "Get lost, you're just a loser, and it has nothing to do with me!"
Silver Sword: "That's right! You're talking as if you wouldn't die for nothing without us two."
Silver Dad: "%#@!"
I'm the Darkest: "Okay, stop arguing, who among you is as miserable as me? I just came online for less than 6 hours, and I went offline before dawn, and was mocked by that bastard Battlefield guy! T.T"
Edge Pad: "Hahahaha, to be honest, you're really miserable. (laughing and crying)"
Such a large-scale battle is a topic in itself. Almost everyone has posted on the forum, some crying and some cursing.
But more people are discussing the new species that have never been seen before in the battle.
Especially the iron can.
The two factory managers of the No. 81 Steel Plant have been muttering, how can a 37mm armor-piercing bullet ricochet? The penetration depth at 100 meters is almost over 100!
Yaer I want to go to the toilet: "It's outrageous!"
Ward athlete's foot who Levin: "It would be great if I could get a piece of armor fragment to study!"
WC really has mosquitoes: "It's all over. Wait a minute, the battle will start and I'll show you my latest research results. (grin)"
Yaer I want to go to the toilet: "Haha."
Ward athlete's foot who Levin: "Bragging!"
In addition to the iron can, there are several other species that players have never seen before.
Although the official did not update the alien species illustrations in the database, nor did it give the official names of several new monsters, this naturally did not stump the imaginative little players.
What is the official name?
Who among the serious players remembers the official name?
Does anyone still remember the official names of skateboard shoes, vampires, and O B Ma?
Based on the information discussed on the forum, Brother Fang Chang quickly summarized the data cards of the new alien species in the version and summarized them in a strategy post.
It is convenient for players to discuss and communicate.
[Butcher: Some people also call it "fatty", with extremely thick fat, high blood volume, no armor, strength close to 9, size: L. The threat coefficient is between the gnawer and the crawler, the attack method is similar to the gnawer, the temper is very bad, and the special ability is suspected to throw companions. Be especially careful when it stands with the martyr, the martyr will become its grenade! ]
[Plague Giant: nicknamed "Meat Mountain" and "Giant", with countless blood and flesh stitched together all over his body, five stories high, his face is bigger than the balcony, his legs are as thick as bridge piers, but he moves slowly, and has two mouths, one large and one small, on his abdomen and head, which can produce gnawers during movement, attribute:?, size: EX. Threat coefficient unknown, suspected siege unit, unknown weakness, fire attack is recommended, can cause real damage! ]
[Decay Knight: The prototype is power armor, the rusty armor is covered with fungal carpets, has extremely high health, defense, speed and strength, is good at close combat, and is suspected to be level 60, extremely dangerous! The weapon depends on the situation, mostly the same chain saw as T-10. Size XL, nicknamed "Big Sword". ]
[Queen: Resembling Medusa in ancient Greek mythology, with dark red fungal carpets all over her body, and tentacles as thick as index fingers floating on her head. She has broad shoulders and a long waist, and her lower body is like a skirt. She has no leg structure. She is suspected of moving through the tentacles under the skirt-like fungal mass, and will leave a dark red fungal spot on the ground when moving. Its attack method is unknown, and its threat factor is unknown. Size: L, nicknamed "Braid Sister" and "Aunt Sister", it is suspected that it has a strong control over the surrounding alien species. Perhaps it is the "commander tower" of the wave? ]
"...In addition to more forms of alien species, all signs indicate that those slime mold alien species seem to have a certain degree of "intelligence" under the wave."
"In terms of tactical choice, they did not rush forward, but launched a multi-echelon, high-density offensive, knowing how to consume ammunition through cannon fodder first, and then use high-health units to cooperate with massive light units to push forward, while cooperating with high-mobility units to bypass from the side."
"Although this is not a particularly clever tactic, it should not be underestimated with their numerical advantage!"
"The truly cruel battlefield will probably be in the subsequent decisive battle!"
"We need more powerful weapons and enough shells!"
Street 68.
In the temporary command post located in the street shop, Chu Guang, who had just finished the combat meeting, was browsing the official website of "Wasteland OL" through a tablet.
It must be said that each of these players is a talent, and their practical experience is hidden in those discussion posts.
Some are responsible for supplementing, some are responsible for arguing, and some are responsible for summarizing!
He was just worrying about what names to give to those alien species he had never seen before.
Look, there are ready-made ones.
"I'm so sorry."
A smile appeared on his tired face. Chu Guang swiped his index finger and tapped twice to copy and paste the text in the post into the database of the official website.
Seeing that the dog planner had updated, the forum was noisy again.
The meaning was nothing more than one.
They discussed the content for a long time, and the dog planner took advantage of them again!
Chu Guang's mouth curled up.
At this moment, Xiao Qi's voice came from his ears.
"Master, it's two o'clock in the morning. You'd better go to bed early."
There was a hint of concern in the voice.
Chu Guang put the tablet aside and rubbed his dry eyes.
"Got it."
The waves have a certain degree of intelligence and can use tactics flexibly, so they will definitely not wait until the large forces are all crowded together before launching an offensive towards their own positions.
Especially the round of air strikes last night, which should make them a little afraid. Intelligence is their advantage gained from evolution, but also their weakness.
If his judgment is correct.
There will be another tough battle tomorrow.
...
Six o'clock in the morning.
As Chu Guang expected, about two thousand gnawers passed through a large area of ruins and arrived at Street 68.
They seemed to be trying to stop the engineers on the front line from continuing to build the defense line, but unfortunately they had lost their last chance last night.
The street was leveled to create an open space, and large pieces of concrete debris were transferred to the branch road to limit the width of the battlefield.
The aggressive gnawer army just ran into the defense line that the players had built all night.
Especially, they came at the right time, just in time for the players' shift change. The players who had not yet logged off did not log off, throwing away their shovels and pickaxes, picking up their rifles and returning to the bunker.
In addition to the 600 players online, there were nearly 200 guards.
These 2,000 gnawers seemed to be coming fiercely, but faced with the sudden outbreak of steel and fire, they soon turned into corpses.
By the window.
Makabazi, who was squatting at the window, glanced outside and said in astonishment.
"Fuck! Why are all the gnawers here? Where is the big guy who was discussed on the forum for a long time last night... Damn, what the hell is this?"
Looking at the two-meter-long gun barrel and bracket that Mosquito and two newbies moved into the room, Makabazi was stunned.
"Recoilless gun!" Mosquito laughed, "Carl Gustav replica! Fires 88X250mm shells. I have designed two types, armor-piercing and high-explosive, with a maximum penetration of 350mm homogeneous steel! Powerful!"
Makabazi counted on his fingers and was shocked.
"Fuck?! Can it penetrate the Tiger?!"
Mosquito rolled his eyes.
"Nonsense, the Tiger is an antique from World War II. It's not the same dynasty, so don't compare it, okay?"
Before the composite armor came out, armor-piercing shells that used the "Monroe effect" to damage targets were like playing to bully tanks.
Not to mention the Tiger, even the Rat Lord would have to kneel.
It doesn't even need to be modern.
In the late World War II, many tanks even "ran naked" because they couldn't withstand armor-piercing shells, so that the theory of armor being useless was once very popular, and lighters with thin skin and thick fillings were everywhere.
Anyway, it doesn't matter whether you wear clothes or not, you can get through with one shot, so it's better not to wear clothes, at least you can run faster.
The principle of armor-piercing shells is not difficult. Through the energy-gathering principle of conical charge, the high-temperature and high-pressure metal jet is focused into a line, so that the internal pressure is concentrated at one point and penetrates the enemy's armor.
Since the centrifugal effect weakens the power of the metal jet, the shells are usually stabilized by the tail and fired by the rifleless barrel.
The advantage of this type of armor-piercing shell is that the armor-piercing ability of the shell will not decay due to distance. Whether it is at a distance of 100m or 1000m, the penetration depth is basically the same. Unlike the 37mm "heavy cavalry gun", the penetration depth of 100 meters can barely break 100, and the penetration depth of 1,000 meters is directly scratched.
As for the fuze, there is the experience of predecessors to learn from. Mosquito directly skipped the mechanical fuze of the World War II era and used a piezoelectric fuze instead. That is, a piece of recycled piezoelectric ceramic is installed on the warhead, and the pulse current generated by the piezoelectric reaction is used to detonate the detonator, thereby stimulating the metal jet.
Compared to Factory 81, which put all its skill points into gun barrels and material technology, Goblin Technology put all its skill points into rocket and explosive technology.
Including propellants and charges, Mosquito has almost evolved to the expert level.
Although many of the recipes were stolen from the Internet, Mosquito is a genius in a sense for being able to make these things in the wasteland.
Makabazi swallowed his saliva and prayed silently in his heart.
I hope he sells furniture honestly in reality and doesn't do anything out of line.
At the same time, on the roof of a building not far away.
Vanus, holding a telescope in his hand, was looking at the clock tower several kilometers away, and the bridge pier under the clock tower, which could only see an outline.
"The spore cloud is spreading to both sides..."
"Those aliens seem to be planning to make a detour."
Chu Guang, who was fully armed, narrowed his eyes.
"Did they taste the sweetness?"
"Maybe," Vanus pondered for a while and continued, "the previous battle may have made them realize that we have enough firepower and the chances of winning by attacking our positions head-on are slim!"
Chu Guang has already considered the situation of making a detour from the side.
The hunter team composed of awakened people is scattered on both sides of the position, searching for crawlers and tyrants in the area.
There are actually very few routes to choose from in the wasteland. It turns out that those fruiting bodies cannot penetrate as well as the spores they release.
When facing obstacles, they will also find it difficult to climb over obstacles such as cliffs and ruins where the survivors find it difficult.
In addition to crawlers, alien species such as gnawers and butchers find it difficult to climb over obstacles such as cliffs and ruins. They can only use human ladders to force their way up by stepping on the front.
This also led to their large forces being restricted to the main road of the Changling elevated wreckage.
Chu Guang: "The scattered soldiers along the branch road can be handed over to the awakened people. I sent at least two hundred people to help them trim the branches and leaves."
Vanus looked at this guy unexpectedly.
He is now more and more certain that the people living in Shelter No. 404 are all officers from the Human Union era, otherwise it is difficult to explain why their martial virtues are so abundant.
This situation is not uncommon.
There are ordinary people in the shelter, as well as elites from all walks of life.
Even in the early years, the Legion had some origins with them, and even some of their equipment was inherited from that prosperous era.
However, that was two hundred years ago.
…
The gray-green cloud slowly moved forward and had already touched the edge of the defense line.
Chu Guang ordered his players to build a bonfire in the ruins and use fire and smoke to disperse the spores that exuded a foul smell.
Although there is no evidence to prove that doing so can weaken the combat effectiveness of the alien species, it can at least make the visibility of the front-line soldiers higher.
In the gray fog, a rusty power armor appeared.
The rotten heavy armor was covered with dark red fungal blankets. It held a huge chain saw in its hand and marched forward with heavy steps.
The cold murderous aura and oppression came to the face, and the guards squatting behind the bunker swallowed their saliva involuntarily.
The instinct of the creature told them.
The monster in front of me is very strong!
Only the players showed eager expressions on their faces. Only difficult waves of SS are meaningful to challenge. What's the point of bullying the gnawers all the time?
Mosquito asked Makabazi to give up his position, and excitedly commanded his newly recruited younger brother [Death] to set up the recoilless gun by the window.
"Quick, quick, quick! Load HEAT shells!"
Makabazi was stunned.
"What, what is HEAT?"
Before Mosquito spoke, the soul chaser next to him said impatiently, "Armor-piercing shells! The shells with a tube in front!"
The wooden box was disassembled.
The two carried the shells one after the other and sent them into the barrel from the back.
Makabazi subconsciously dodged a few meters to the side and squatted in front of the other window. He didn't dare to get close, but only dared to watch from a distance.
He was not afraid of death.
But being killed by his own people would be a big loss!
Mosquito ignored him, excitedly turning the handle on the rear winch, closing the trigger at the rear of the barrel, and pulling out the safety pin.
The barrel was aimed at the power armor.
Commanding the gun to hold the barrel, Mosquito, who was standing by, picked up the telescope to measure the distance and shouted in a low voice.
"200 yards!"
"Fire!"
Smoke and fire foam spurted out from the rear of the barrel, and the 88mm caliber shell broke out of the barrel, and under the stability of the 6 tail fins, it shot straight at the power armor.
The shell was about to hit the target, but just as Mosquito clenched his fist excitedly, the "Decadent Knight" raised his right hand holding the chainsaw.
In a flash, it was so fast that people couldn't see clearly!
Everyone saw a black shadow flash by, and the menacing rocket was actually split in half by a chainsaw.
Makabazi: "What the hell?!"
Duoming: "Are you kidding me?!"
Zhuihun: "What the hell?!"
Watching his masterpiece being split in half, Mosquito's eyes were wide open, wishing his eyeballs would fall out of his eye sockets.
What the hell is this move?
Chopping rockets with a knife? !
Since armor-piercing shells rely on metal jets to kill, the flight speed of the shell body is not high, and the armor-piercing shells that are split in half are equivalent to misfires, and have no effect at all.
The scarlet eyes locked on him, and Mosquito felt a chill all over his body.
Although the distance was two or three hundred meters, this distance made him feel insecure.
"Change the shell! Quick, change the shell quickly!"
The two brothers in the room were in a hurry, and another shell was stuffed into the barrel.
Loading, aiming, and firing were done in one go.
The shell was shot at the power armor like a javelin, but the result was the same as before, it was easily split in half by the chainsaw.
A shout came from downstairs.
"Fuck, Mosquito, can you do it?"
"Why are both of them duds?"
Mosquito said angrily.
"Get lost, is this a dud?"
Gray-green smoke floated out from under the heavy helmet, and there seemed to be a hint of mockery in the scarlet pupils.
In his opinion, these humans in front of him were helpless.
The heavy armor stepped forward, and in the ruins behind him, more alien species began to emerge from the gray-green fog.
The Decayed Knight raised the one-meter-long chainsaw in his hand, swung it forward from a distance, and a dull roar came from under the armor.
The voice seemed to say
"Kill them all!"
As if hearing the horn of the charge, the crawlers behind him let out long and excited howls, swinging their strong and powerful limbs and running forward.
The tall tyrant also took a step, and ran forward with the gnawers beside him.
The machine guns deployed on the nearby buildings opened fire first, and madly swept towards the surging waves.
The players and guards squatting behind the bunkers clenched their weapons in their hands at the same time, and their nerves were tense.
"Here they come!"
At this moment, a series of explosions that broke through the sound barrier suddenly came from the air.
The decayed knight standing in the waves was about to step forward, but its chest seemed to be hit by a truck, and its whole body shook violently.
Black blood spurted out from behind, and large pieces of fungal blanket fell from the armor. The tin can looked down at his arrogant breastplate, and the scarlet light leaking from the gap in the helmet shrank slightly.
A big hole was blasted out on the breastplate equivalent to 400mm homogeneous steel!
So fast!
Where did the attack come from?
Cracks spread along the hole, revealing a large piece of dark red flesh and blood. The Decayed Knight quickly raised his head and looked forward, looking for the source of the attack.
However, before it could raise its head, there was another explosion that broke through the sound barrier.
A long nail was directly nailed into its forehead, blasting its head, helmet and shoulder armor into pieces!
The Decayed Knight fell heavily to the ground.
The speed of the wave was obviously slowed down. Although the aliens did not stop, their formation was obviously in chaos.
Previously, there was a certain force that controlled them, and now the aura brought to them by this force has collapsed with the fall of the power armor!
Standing on the roof, Chu Guang calmly put away the Gauss rifle in his hand.
Two original "Spike" tail-stabilized bullets, with a muzzle speed of 5 Mach and a kinetic energy of 140,000 joules, are specially designed for anti-armor.
Not to mention the old power armor, even the new armor that just came out of the factory could not block it.
To be on the safe side, Chu Guang did not save the precious original ammunition. He shot the chest first and the head with the second shot to ensure that the slime mold fruiting body in the armor was destroyed to the maximum extent.
Originally, there was another shot reserved for the lower body, but it seems unnecessary now.
In the distance, a shrill roar came from the gray-green fog, as if venting anger.
Chu Guang looked up, but unfortunately, it was difficult to determine its specific location and distance due to the high-rise buildings.
Is that the "Queen" mentioned by the players?
According to his observation and speculation, the mother nest cannot command every alien species in real time, otherwise why would they come from the city center? Summoning the gnawers in every building directly would be a terrifying number.
And it is hard to defend against!
In short, the main body of the wave is not the slime mold fruiting body such as the gnawer and the crawler, but the "routers" that can drive the slime mold fruiting body and provide them with information services.
The corrupt knight he killed earlier was one of the "routers", and his "status" in the slime mold society was probably similar to that of a thousand men.
And that "Queen" might be the commander!
Chu Guang ignored the voice for the time being and looked down at the battlefield downstairs.
Extending his index finger, he tapped his helmet lightly.
"Artillery group, starting from 500 meters in front of the position, slowly advance the barrage to suppress the street."
"Anti-aircraft guns, lower the barrels and shoot!"
Excited shouts came from the communication channel.
"Received!"
The mortar position opened fire first, and the whistling sound swept across the battlefield, and a burst of fire exploded on the front position.
The explosion of fire and shrapnel cut off a vacuum zone in the middle of the wave, and this wave of offensive was abruptly cut into two parts!
At the same time, the two quadruple anti-aircraft guns on the roof began to sweep towards the positions on the entire line.
20mm high-explosive bombs poured down instantly, from the front line of the battlefield to the back, and the broken pieces of stone even flew into the back of the bunkers of the frontline players.
Only a few scattered crawlers and tyrants that were blown up were left on the ruins, as well as the gnawers that were still struggling on the ground.
The players squatting on the front line looked at the green light flashing in their pupils, as if they saw a low-health experience pack.
"Revenge for Brother Fountain!"
I don't know who shouted first, and soon one after another.
"Kill!"
"Ura!"
"Ahhh!"
The charge whistle blew.
More than 500 players rushed out of the bunker, holding bayonets, waving engineer shovels, hatchets and maces, and stepped on the gravel road baked hot by gunpowder to kill.
They used the most primitive and direct method to pierce and chop the aliens on the position into meat paste.
The black blood and fungus blocks formed a sticky swamp. The legion captives such as Vanus, Vides, Kevin, etc. who were standing on the roof watching the battle were dumbfounded.
Kevin looked at Vides and whispered.
"...Are they really wearing blue jackets?"
Wids's Adam's apple moved.
"Maybe."
On the other side were the young officers of the guard team. They were also excited and eager to stand with the residents of the shelter and fight side by side.
It's not just morale that is contagious.
It's also the will and determination to fight.
Chu Guang reached out and tapped the helmet lightly, calling softly.
"Xiao Qi."
The energetic voice came from my ear.
"I'm here, Master."
Chu Guang: "Did you take the video?"
Xiao Qi: "It's already edited! Do you need to upload it now?"
Huh?
So sensible?
Chu Guang showed a satisfied smile on his face.
"Upload it."
Recording the highlights of the players in the game is also one of the important tasks of the planning tyrant.
What's more, the video taken can also be used as a promotional PV.
Two happy things added together, isn't it double the happiness?
After the battle, Chu Guang asked Wrench to count the casualties and ammunition consumption.
Due to the saturated firepower coverage before the battle, the players who rushed up were mostly finishing off the enemy, so there were no serious injuries except for three people who sprained their feet.
More than 11,000 bullets, 66 88mm mortar shells, and 270 20mm high-explosive shells were consumed. Although the expensive cost was painful, the money had to be spent.
Steel and gunpowder almost washed the entire street, and the dead aliens piled up into a small hill on the battlefield.
Chu Guang suddenly remembered the report that Heya had shown him before.
According to her research, the fruiting bodies of these slime molds, in addition to organic matter, have high contents of sulfur, nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium.
Thinking of this, Chu Guang couldn't help but ponder.
"It would be great if these corpses could be used."
Not just as active substances.
Even turning them into fertilizers would be fine.
If we let them rot here, they might be recycled by the slime mold.
Unfortunately, the mutant slime mold is toxic to a certain extent. Burying its fruiting bodies directly in the soil will not enhance the fertility of the soil, but will cause the roots and stems of crops in the field to become necrotic and diseased.
At this time, Chu Guang suddenly thought that both Boulder City and Red River Town seemed to have special techniques for making nutrient pastes, and even the gnawers squeezed out nutrient pastes.
If the alien species can be made into nutrient paste, wouldn't it be possible to inactivate the slime mold while retaining its nutrients?
In this way, if the synthetic nutrient paste is poured into the soil, will it have an effect similar to that of organic fertilizer...
But in this case, the problem arises again.
Nutrient paste itself is a kind of food...
Realizing the blind spot of this operation, Chu Guang fell into deep thought.
In this case, why not directly include nutrient paste in the recipe?
Just as Chu Guang was thinking about how to get some spoils other than resurrection coins from these slime mold aliens, in the thick fog several kilometers away, gnawers were dragging corpses one by one and carrying them into an abandoned building to feed the growing incubator.
The flesh-red fungal carpet had already taken on a hint of dark red, and spread to the outside of the incubator, filling the entire corridor.
Standing by the window of the corridor, a tall figure stood, with scarlet pupils staring at the tall buildings in the north, and the tentacles floating behind him trembling slightly.
It was angry.
The cilia on the fungal carpet squirmed, as if spreading angry ripples, and the aliens gathered around it all let out restless roars.
The killing intent rose in the thick fog.
The repeated hoarse voice carried obvious and strong anger.
"...Purification..."