Chapter 470 What Kind of Outrageous BUG Is This? (1/2)

In the camp.

The gunfire had died down, but the flames continued to burn.

A Valantian soldier was lying on his back on the ground. The bulletproof armor in front of him was completely shattered. His right leg, which had been shot twice, was bleeding profusely. His expression was twisted in pain.

Looking at the power armor passing by, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. He quickly pulled out his pistol, aimed at it and pulled the trigger.

However, there was only a clicking sound and the sound of the firing pin hitting in the barrel of the gun.

"Grass--"

After spitting the bloody saliva, he threw away the pistol, and as if he had made up his mind, he took out a grenade from the bulletproof armor with his trembling right hand and pulled out the bolt with force.

A look of madness appeared on the face twisted in pain, and the Valantian soldier roared hysterically towards the powered armor.

"Your Majesty, Marshal, Wan——"

"boom--!"

A short gunshot interrupted the Valante soldier's last madness.

"You called the wrong person."

Putting away the smoking pistol, Lao Bai stretched out his steel-attached right hand and picked up the grenade with the bolt unplugged from next to the hanging hand.

Then give it a firm squeeze.

The grenade was like a Coke can, twisted into a ball under the huge pressure, and the detonator, firing pin, delay tube, etc. all collapsed from the projectile body.

Throwing the spent grenade next to the corpse, Lao Bai walked towards the meeting point without looking back.

Beside the highway not far away, a dozen officers squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, their faces ashen.

Four players wearing exoskeletons stood nearby and monitored them.

Seeing Lao Bai coming this way, Ye Shi, who was carrying a sniper rifle, walked up to him and cursed.

"These guys are real dogs. The communication equipment was completely smashed, and all the maps and documents were burned! We only rescued some charred remains."

"It doesn't matter, whoever burned it can just fix it."

Lao Bai glanced at the row of officers squatting on the ground.

"Where are the people?"

Ye Shi knew who he was asking and said with a smile.

"Caught it. The guy was planning to run away with his adjutant. I had been watching him from the drone for a long time. But he was more decisive. When he saw that the situation was not right, he immediately surrendered, which saved me a lot of trouble... …Here, that’s the one squatting on the far side.”

Lao Bai followed Ye Shi's line of sight and saw a bad old man squatting on the ground.

If it weren't for the clothes and gaudy epaulettes, he really wouldn't have recognized that this guy was the captain of the legion - a figure on the same level as Dillon, who previously led the bone-chewing tribe.

The hair with a few gray strands was messy, and the deep-set eye sockets seemed to be inlaid with a gray stone, without a trace of luster. And there was no sign of high spirits on that wrinkled face, just like an ordinary old man.

"By the way, why are these people so weak?"

Kuang Feng also had a depressed expression on his face.

"+1, is there really any direct thousand-man team here?"

It felt like they hadn't encountered even the slightest bit of decent resistance from the time they landed until now.

I always feel like this fake job was in vain.

Lao Bai made a helpless expression, looked at the old man with the highest military rank squatting on the ground, and asked in non-standard human couplet.

"Why are there only so few people here?"

Seeing that the powered armor was talking to him, Soft was stunned for a moment, looking at him with a stiff expression, and a hint of sadness and anger in his voice.

"If you win, you win. Why humiliate me in this knowing way..."

Several players were stunned for a moment.

A strange expression appeared on Lao Bai's face and he continued to ask.

"What do you mean?"

"Griffin...it was that guy's order. He moved my thousands-man troops to the highlands seventeen kilometers south." Soft continued through gritted teeth, "He told me sworn in the telegram, Alliance airborne troops will definitely be there."

If the Thousand-Man Direct Team was in his hands, how could he not be knocked down by a group of paratroopers jumping on his face?

And even if he takes 10,000 steps back and fails to win, he still has a chance to slip away.

Lao Bai and Ye Shi got acquainted and saw the dumbfounding look on each other's faces.

Good guy.

I thought I could finally show off to the fullest this time.

The result is so soy sauce again!

Seeing that the man stopped talking, Soft hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help asking about the confusion in his heart.

"I don't understand...you are here, so who is attacking Highland 330?"

He couldn't figure it out.

If there are also airborne troops there, the alliance's airborne troops would be too many.

And it was delivered twice in a row, with an interval of less than an hour...

How many airport runways did they have to build and how many planes did they prepare?

"Death Corps." Lao Bai said casually.

"Death...Death Corps?" A trace of confusion appeared on Soft's face.

Not the Burning Legion?

Obviously, the name of the Death Corps has not spread to the Legion's ears yet, and it is only slightly famous in the southern part of the River Valley Province.

Lao Bai smiled and continued.

"Well, those guys are also a bunch of ruthless people. With their lifeless fighting style, I even think they are much more ruthless than us."

Soft asked anxiously.

"But how did they appear at Hill 330? Impossible! You must be lying to me! I have studied every road from here to the front line! Unless your truck can fly on the ground, why is it absolutely impossible to just use Arrived in such a short time! ”

That's one hundred and fifty kilometers!

As for the road with twists and turns, the actual length of the road might be twice this number!

Where did these guys come from! ?

"Why do you have to take the main road? You can't-" Ye Shi looked at this guy strangely and was about to laugh at him, but was stopped by Lao Bai coughing lightly.

"Even if I tell you that they arrived at Highland 330 on foot, you probably won't believe it." Looking at Soft with lonely eyes, Lao Bai shrugged his shoulders, "It's over anyway, how can I do it to you?" It’s no longer important.”

…

Heart of Steel, on the bridge.

Chu Guang, who was quietly waiting for the results of the battle, finally waited for the first good news from the front line.

"...The frontline command post of the 40,000th legion has been captured! Captain Soft, his adjutant, staff and other officers have been controlled! We have seized the map and a large number of documents in the command account, but Many have been burned.”

Listening to Lao Bai's report, Chu Guang nodded approvingly.

"Well done."

Lao Bai said respectfully.

"Requesting further instructions!"

Chu Guang glanced at the holographic map spread out in front of him, pondered for a moment and then ordered.

"Stand on the spot for defense and arrange for a few people to count the loot."

Lao Bai replied neatly.

"yes!"

The highest-level command post on the front line was removed.

This means that the entire defense line from No. 40 to No. 49, as well as the various logistics hubs and support positions within a depth of 150 kilometers back, have all lost the dispatch and coordination of the command and command system, and even their locations have been exposed on the map. superior.

This 40,000-person team was basically defeated.

As a mobile command post, the Heart of Steel was able to smoothly and safely enter the strategic depth originally belonging to the 40,000-man team and continue to advance forward.

The only weak point of this big guy is its propeller.

This thing is extremely troublesome to repair, and it happens to be the only power system of this airship. Once it breaks down on the front line, it will become quite troublesome even if the Legion is unable to use the deflector shield for a while.

Looking at the arrow heading straight in on the strategic map, Chu Guang couldn't help but sigh.

The time now is early nine in the evening.

In less than twelve hours since the offensive was fully launched, they not only defeated an army of 10,000 people, but also advanced the front line 150 kilometers.

No matter which world it is placed in, this record is enough to become a miracle in military history.

"...Originally our plan was to have the paratroopers cooperate with the armored forces to attack the enemy, but now it's tanks chasing the paratroopers."

Vanus, who was standing aside, did not speak when he heard this.

To be honest, he was quite surprised.

While it is common for plans to fail to keep up with changes, it is rare that progress is so smooth that more drastic adjustments are needed.

According to the original offensive plan of Plan 3, the alliance will complete the first phase of the offensive within one day, seize position 40, and start the second phase on the third day. The offensive will be only ten meters away from the enemy command post. Seven kilometers of Highland 330.

As a result, no one expected that the battle would go so smoothly. It only took them one day to complete the second stage of the battle.

Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and tapped on the holographic screen.

There is no news yet on Highland 330, but judging from the aerial footage taken by the drone sent by Xiaoqi, there are only sporadic flames left on the high ground.

The battle there is basically over.

On the other side, compared to the smooth sailing of the ground troops, the Goblin Corps, which was fighting with the legion's flying formation, was at a disadvantage.

Although the pilots who fly the W-2 are highly skilled, the gap in hardware cannot be made up in a short time.

The legion's "Eagle" fighter jets have been in service in Luoxia Province for eight years or more, while the W-2 attack aircraft took less than a year from development to production.

This also includes the time the engineers of the Goblin Corps spent "archaeologically" in another world.

Although subsequent improved versions also incorporate some new technologies provided by Vault 101, the technological leadership of one or two parts alone has a very limited impact on the overall performance of the equipment.

Although production and technology are always mentioned together, they are actually two dimensions.

Looking at the only five W-2 attack planes left on the screen, Chu Guang gave an order.

"Heart of Steel retracts its anchor chain and moves forward one hundred and fifty kilometers."

"In addition, inform the Goblin Corps that their mission has been completed and ask them to come back quickly."

Xiao Qi's energetic voice soon came to my ears.

"Okay master!"

I don’t know what’s going on at Luo Yu’s side.

Neither the Alliance's "Ling Yun" nor the Legion's "Saber" were on the Heart of Steel's shipboard radar from the beginning.

Now it has flown beyond the communication range.

This kind of "one kilometer per second" battle, if you stand still and watch, it is like a fight between gods. It is not surprising that the fight reaches the next province.

Without satellites, Chu Guang could only vaguely sense that the player was probably still alive through the manager system.

"...If Luo Yu is found to be back within the communication range, notify him to return to the airport on the ground."

Xiaoqi: "Got it!"

…

Heights 330.

Flames were burning on the pitted positions, and corpses and black blood mixed with soil were everywhere beside the damaged sandbag walls.

Shaking away the blood on the engineer's shovel, he glanced at the bloody corpse lying on the ground, and looked away unbearably.

This model is really a bit redundant.

Every time he cleaned the battlefield, he couldn't help but think of the fire fields he had traveled through.

The suffocating air was exactly the same.

In contrast, he still enjoys the fun of leisure exploration in this game, but those fun are based on peace.

Someone has to do these things.

A strange idea suddenly occurred in his mind.

If the operators keep their promise and don’t delete files and reset them, and closed beta players like them finish all the battles before the open beta, and the dog planners can’t come up with a new life even if they try hard, then this game can still be called “Waste”. Earth OL》?

Or should I just change my name——

Like "Brave New World" or something.

At this time, the voice of his teammates came from the side, retracting his thoughts that were gradually drifting away.

"Oh my god, it's over!"

Holding a rifle in his hand, Laplace walked towards this side.

The miner's exoskeleton he wore earlier was gone, probably because it was broken and thrown away. In any case, it's a blessing that he didn't die in the explosion.

As for his mount.

He suddenly lost control when he was halfway uphill, and he made up for it himself.

"Where's Big Eyes?" Edge Pad asked.

Laplace smiled and said, "Yangmatabao seemed to have seen him. This guy brought the cute guys up to kill him, but the cute guys he brought rushed up, and he himself lay dead on the mountainside. ”

Edge Paddling coughed dryly.

"Guns don't have eyes...it's normal."

With the rifle slung over his shoulder, Laplace grinned and continued.

"What should I say? Keep moving forward, or defend where you are?"

Edge Pad thought for a while and said.

"Wait for the construction workers and the others."

The battle lasted for a full hour.

Although they successfully captured Hill 330, the Death Corps suffered heavy casualties.

After all, it's low versus high.

The five hundred feigned infantrymen suffered over 60% casualties, one hundred and twenty of the five hundred wolf riders were killed, and seventy-eight Deathclaws were killed.

Most of them are Death Claws without exoskeletons. It is still a bit reluctant to withstand the strafing of quadruple machine guns with flesh and blood.

In addition, due to EMP causing the psychic interference device to go out of control, some players had to kill their mounts.

At this time, Yang Matabao, who had previously led the feint attack group, also came over and reported on the situation of cleaning the battlefield.

"Four mortars, an anti-aircraft gun, two light machine guns and a small amount of ammunition were seized... Where is the headquarters? Is there any new order?"

Before Edge Paddling could say anything, Laplace on the side complained.

"The VM has been completely wiped out. There's a ghost order... Damn, these people have quite a lot of firepower! It doesn't look like they're short of ammunition."

Yang Zaibao scratched the back of his head.

"Have the supplies been replenished again?"

Edge Paddling said with a smile.

"That's not the case. It's not normal for the elite division to have a little more basic ammunition than the line-filling division. Our ammunition is also twice as much as the infantry of the Lion Kingdom."

But having said that, these Weiland people were indeed ruthless, and not a single one of them surrendered.

The commander-in-chief BOSS not only refused to surrender, but also had no intention of retreating and led his own bodyguards to fight to the end.

Whether it is combat effectiveness or morale, this force is completely different from the forces they encountered in Oasis No. 9 before.

"The north side seems to be on fire," Laplace glanced at the north side of the highland, where there were flickering flames.

"It should be the headquarters of the 40,000th Army." Bing Ping took out his binoculars and took a look. "Just now I saw that the Goblin Corps seemed to be covering the transport plane heading that way."

Not surprisingly, it should be the Burning Corps.

With those ruthless people taking action, even if they were directly affiliated with the Thousand-Man Team, they would definitely not be able to match them.

As long as they were cleaning the battlefield, the battle over there was probably over.

Yang Fubao smacked his tongue with envy.

"Damn it, those guys got ahead of me again."

"After all, he is the biological son of Dog Planner." Laplace also had an envious expression on his face.

"Don't say that," Bian Huishui smiled and patted his shoulder, "We are a whole, and we each have our own division of labor. There is no one who comes first."

The Skeleton Corps, which was originally the main offensive force of Plan 3, was still stuck in traffic on the road. The two infantry teams had already done all the work for them.

If you really want to say it, Brother Mole is more unlucky...

…

forward base.

Transport planes returned to the airport dragging their broken fuselages.

Ground crew waiting next to the runway quickly gathered around.

Looking at the pig pilot jumping out of the cabin, a young man in overalls couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked a lot.

"How is the situation on the front line? Is the progress going well?"

Although this pilot looks a bit "evil", the ground crew here have long been used to it after working together for so long.

And after getting along with him for a period of time, he found that this pig pilot had an unexpectedly good personality and was a good talker.

Sure enough, the pilot answered his question.

"Won."

"real?!"

Looking at the young man with a happy face, he said with an unprofessional smile.

"Then can I still lie to you? The entire 40,000-man team has been defeated by us. Once we pass Hill 330, it will depend on whether they can run faster on two legs or whether our tanks can drive faster... It’s too troublesome to get up. You can read the newspaper by yourself in a few days!”

After hearing the good news from the front line, all the ground staff showed joyful expressions on their faces.

It can be seen that these survivors in the desert hate those big noses.

Some people waved their fists excitedly, and some even whistled excitedly, cheering and running around telling others the news of the victory.

Just when the unprofessional man was wondering if he had exaggerated too much, Xinghe Burumeng walked over from the side, looked at him and joked.

"You are going too fast."

The unprofessional man said with a hearty smile.

"That's necessary. How long can a few paratroopers last... Why are you here? Aren't you going to help our army brothers?"

The two knew each other before entering the game. They were both from Army aviation backgrounds. One flew a helicopter and the other flew a fixed-wing helicopter.

However, when they are in the game, the two of them usually only talk about the game and rarely mention real-life things.

Xinghe made a helpless expression.

"I was thinking that we weren't sent here."

During the day, they cooperated with the frontal attacking armored forces to launch a wave of flanking raids. Before they penetrated very far into the enemy's airspace, the command headquarters asked them to withdraw.

However, he could understand that the headquarters would make such an arrangement.

The battlefield positioning of the ornithopter determines that it cannot be a fixed-wing opponent.

Even if it can retract its wings and switch to fixed-wing mode, the maximum speed of the "Yunting" is only about Mach 1, making it a living target for supersonic fighters whose ultimate speed can exceed Mach 3. Even before switching to cruise mode, even propeller fighters may pose a threat to them.

Before the Legion's "Saber" fighter jets are dealt with, it may be difficult for the Alliance's aircraft to let go of their hands and feet above the Legion's head.

Seeing the depressed expression on this brother's face, he said something unprofessional and encouraging.

"Why don't you go play with Brother Mosquito's Goblin Corps? Those guys have a lot of opportunities to go to the front line, and I think they also have a lot of fancy weapons."

"I think there are more chances of death," Xinghe rolled his eyes, "And the plane flies too slowly, so it's boring to fly."

When you are unprofessional, you smile.

"No matter how boring it is, it's still a fixed wing, and it's not much faster than your flight."

"That's true... By the way, how is your plane? Is it easy to fly?" Looking at the propeller transport plane next to him that was riddled with holes by cannons, Xinghe Bulumeng couldn't help but be speechless.

As far as he could count, there were about twenty gun holes.

It's really impressive that it can still be driven back after being ruined like this.

"Did you say 'dragonfly'? It's not bad," she followed his gaze towards her car, and said with an unprofessional smile, "Factory No. 81 has improved it several times, and it could barely fly before. It’s like that now.”

Since becoming a pilot in "Wasteland Online", not only has his red and green paint scheme become more pleasing to the eye, but his driving skills and understanding of driving have also become much more sophisticated than before.

Nothing is more difficult than "making a brick with a propeller fly into the sky" and "saving a brick that has lost its wings"!

Especially for handling various dangerous situations.

Many operations rarely have the opportunity to be practiced in regular training and daily flights, but in "Wasteland OL", he encounters special situations that "only happen once in a lifetime" every now and then.

He had even encountered it once before. He had just parked the plane on the runway, but the plane turned off the power and started to move again due to a short circuit in the wires... Huh?

Looking at the runway not far away, Unprofessional Fanman, who was lost in memories, suddenly froze.

I saw a transport plane parked next to the warehouse slowly driving onto the runway, and then the rotating propellers began to accelerate... But surprisingly, there was no one in the cabin.

I thought I had seen it wrong.

Unprofessional Fan Man subconsciously rubbed his eyes, but before he could open his eyes again, he heard the subtle voice of Xinghe next to him.

"...Do you still have any duties today?"

They both saw it.

It shouldn't be that there's something wrong with my helmet.

The unprofessional man looked down at VM and shook his head in confusion.

"No……"

He has seen the H-1 "Dragonfly" move on its own due to a short circuit, but this is the first time he has seen one that can fly on its own.

What kind of outrageous BUG is this? !

Because it was so unbelievable, he even couldn't help but wonder if Factory No. 81 was testing some unmanned black technology.

Until he saw a young player carrying late-night snacks rushing out from the direction of the cafeteria and running towards the track as hard as he could.

As he ran, the man cried and howled like a wolf.

"Plane! My plane ran away!"