This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 269.2: Official Name of a Serious Player

At 6:00 in the morning.

As Chu Guang expected, about 2,000 Crunchers first passed through the ruins and arrived at 68th Street.

They seemed to be planning to prevent the engineers on the front line from continuing to build the defense line, but unfortunately they lost their last chance the night before.

The street had been leveled to create a clearing, and chunks of concrete wreckage had been moved to side roads to limit the width of the battlefield.

The menacing Cruncher army just happened to hit the defense line that the players had built all night when they arrived.

They came with perfect timing. It was just in time when players were changing their shifts. Players who hadn’t logged out no longer wanted to log out as they threw away their shovels and pickaxes, picked up their rifles, and returned to the bunkers they built.

In addition to the 600 players who were online, there were nearly 200 guards.

The 2,000 or so Crunchers looked menacing when they rushed forward, but facing the sudden burst of bullet rain, they quickly turned into corpses lining the street.

Makka Pakka, who was squatting by the window, glanced outside and asked in confusion, "Huh? Why are there only Crunchers here? Where’s the big monster that people discussed on the forum for a long time last night... Wh-what the fuck is that?"

Seeing the 2 meter long gun barrel and bracket that Mosquito and 2 newbies moved into the room, Makka Pakka froze for a moment.

"Recoilless gun!" Mosquito grinned, "Modified from Carl Gustaf’s design! It fires 88 x 250mm shells, and at present, I have designed 2 types of armor-piercing and high-explosive shells for it. Its maximum penetration ability is 350mm homogeneous steel! It’s very powerful!"

Makka Pakka counted with his fingers and then blurted out in shock, "Holy shit?! Can it penetrate The Tiger I?!"

Mosquito rolled his eyes. "Well duh. The Tiger I is an antique from World War II. It’s not something from the same era. They are not comparable."

Before the composite armor came out, using armor-piercing projectiles that utilized the Monroe effect to deal with tanks was basically bullying.

In fact, let alone the Tiger I, even if it was the Panzer VIII Maus, it would still be useless. So much so that such tanks were completely replaced in modern times.

In the late period of World War II, many tanks simply gave up defence because they couldn’t block the armor-piercing bullets, so that the theory that the armor was useless was once rampant, and there were thin-skinned big tanks everywhere.

Anyway, whether having armor or not, tanks would still be blown apart, so it was better not to have armor. At least the tanks could run faster that way.

The principle of an armor-piercing projectile was to focus the high-temperature and high-pressure metal jet into a line through the principle of concentrated energy of conical charge, making the internal pressure concentrated at a single point to penetrate the armor. It was actually not that difficult.

Since the centrifugal effect would weaken the power of the metal jet, the shells would usually rely on tail stabilization and were fired from an unrifled barrel.

The advantage was that the armor-piercing ability of the shell would not attenuate due to distance. Whether it was at a distance of 100 meters or 1000 metres, the penetration ability was basically the same. It was unlike what they had at the moment. The penetration ability of the 37mm Kontos within 100 meters could barely break 100mm steel, and its penetration ability within 1000 meters could barely cause a scratch.

In terms of fuzes, there were other people’s research results that could be used for reference. Mosquito directly skipped the mechanical fuzes that were used during the World War II era and switched to piezoelectric fuzes. He installed a piece of recycled piezoelectric ceramics on the warhead, using the piezoelectric reaction to generate the pulse current to detonate the detonator, thereby causing the metal jet.

Compared to Steel Plant 81, which focused all its skill points on gun barrel and material technology, Goblin Technology focused all its skill points on rocket and explosive technology.

Regarding the study of propellant and charge, Mosquito had almost evolved to an expert level.

Although many of the formulas were stolen from the Internet, Mosquito was in a sense a genius to be able to make stuff like that in the wasteland.

Makka Pakka gulped, praying silently in his heart. He hoped that the dude was really selling furniture in reality and not doing anything out of the ordinary.

Meanwhile, on the roof of a building not far away, Vanus held a binoculars as he looked at the clock tower a few kilometers away. The bridge under the clock tower could be vaguely seen.

"The spore cloud is spreading to both sides..."

"Those mutants seem to be planning to flank us."

Chu Guang, who was fully armed, squinted. "Oh? So they are trying the tactic again?"

"Perhaps," Vanus continued after pondering for a while, "The previous battle may have made them realize that we have enough firepower, and the chances of attacking our position head-on are slim!"

Chu Guang had already considered the flank attack.

Hunter teams composed of ability users had already been scattered on both sides of the defence positions, searching for Creepers and Tyrants in the area.

There were very few courses of action to choose from in the wasteland, and it turned out that the fruiting bodies were not as pervasive as the spores they released.

Survivors would find it tricky to pass when facing obstacles, so would those mutants.

Apart from Creepers, it was difficult for mutants like Crunchers and Butchers to climb over obstacles such as cliffs and ruins.

And that also led to their large forces being restricted to the main road of the Changling Elevated Highway.

Chu Guang mumbled softly, "The small group of mutants spread along the branch roads can be handled by the ability users. I’ve already sent out at least 200 people to help them thin them out.”

Vanus showed a look of surprise.

He was now more and more sure that the people living in Shelter 404 were all officers from the Federation of People’s era, otherwise it would be difficult to explain why they knew so much military knowledge.

Actually, something like that was quite common. There were ordinary people in the shelter, as well as elites from all walks of life.

Even in the early years, the Army also had some connections with them, and even part of their equipment was inherited from that prosperous era.

But that was 200 years ago.

...

The gray-green clouds moved forward slowly, and had already touched the edge of the defense line.

Chu Guang ordered his players to set up bonfires in the ruins, and use fire and smoke to disperse the foul smell emitted by spores.

Although there was no evidence to prove that doing so could weaken the combat effectiveness of mutants, it could at least increase visibility on the frontlines.

In the gray fog, a rusty exoframe appeared.

The rotten heavy armor covered with a dark red creep held a huge chainsaw in its hand, pushing forward with heavy steps.

The fierce murderous aura and sense of oppression rushed over to the people at the front line, and the guards squatting behind the bunkers swallowed involuntarily.

Biological instinct told them that the monster in front of them was very strong!

Only the faces of the players showed eager expressions. To them, it was more meaningful to fight with a difficult boss than bully those Crunchers.

Mosquito asked Makka Pakka to step aside, and excitedly instructed his new minion Taking Lives to set up the recoilless gun by the window. "Quick, quick! Load the HEAT shell!"

Makka Pakka was confused. "What, what is HEAT?"

Before Mosquito opened his mouth, Chasing Souls next to him said impatiently, "High-Explosive Anti-Tank shell! Just a shell with a rod at the front!"

The wooden box was taken apart.

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They carried the shell and fed it into the barrel from behind.

Makka Pakka subconsciously moved away a few meters, and squatted in front of the other window, not daring to get close. He only dared to look at it from a distance.

He was not afraid of death, but it would not be worth it to be killed by one of his own comrades!

Mosquito ignored him, and excitedly turned the handle on the rear winch to close the exciter at the rear of the barrel, and pulled out the safety catch.

The gun barrel was aimed at the exoframe.

Commanding Taking Lives to hold the barrel, Mosquito who’s standing aside picked up the binoculars to measure the distance, and shouted in a low voice. "200 yards…"

"... Fire!"

Thick smoke and fire spewed out from the rear of the gun barrel, and the 88mm caliber shell burst out from the front. Stabilized by six tail fins, it shot straight at the exoframe.

Seeing that the shell was about to hit the target, Mosquito clenched his fist excitedly. However, at this moment, the Rotten Knight suddenly raised its right hand holding the chainsaw.

In the blink of an eye, it moved. It was so fast that everyone only saw a black shadow flashing past. The menacing rocket was split in half by the chainsaw.

Makka Pakka’s eyes widened in shock. "What the fuck was that?!"

Taking Lives couldn’t believe his eyes either. "Are you freaking kidding me?!"

Chasing Souls yelled, "What the hell?!"

Watching helplessly as his favorite work was split in half, Mosquito stared straight at the armored monster, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.

What kind of move is this?

Slashing the rocket with a chainsaw?!

Since the armor-piercing projectile relied on the metal jet to kill, the flight speed of the projectile body was not that fast, and the armor-piercing projectile that was split in half was equivalent to a dud shell without having any effect at all.

In the next moment, the scarlet eyes fixed on Mosquito, making the latter feel a chill all over his body.

Although there was a distance of two to three hundred meters, this distance gave him no sense of security at all. "Reload! Hu-hurry the fuck up, reload!"

The two minions in the room hurriedly reloaded another shell into the barrel.

Loading, aiming, and firing all in one go.

The shell was fired at the exoframe like a javelin, but the result was the same as before, and it was split in half by the chainsaw.

Finally, the players downstairs couldn’t take it anymore. They all began to mock him one by one.

"What the hell, Mosquito? Can you do it or not?"

"Why are both shots duds?"

Mosquito shouted back angrily. "Fuck off. Were those fucking duds, or are you all fucking blind?"

Gray-green smoke was exuded from under the heavy helmet, and there seemed to be a hint of sarcasm written in the scarlet pupils.

In its opinion, those human beings had run out of their methods.

It moved forward in its heavy armor in heavy steps, and in the ruins behind him, more mutants began to emerge from the gray-green thick fog.

The Rotten Knight raised the one-meter-long chainsaw in its hand, swung it forward, and let out a dull growl from under the armor.

"Kill them all!"

As if hearing the horn of charge, the Creepers behind let out excited screams, and then rushed forward with their thick and powerful limbs.

The tall Tyrants also took a step forward, striding forward together with the Crunchers beside.

The machine guns deployed on nearby buildings opened fire first, frantically shooting at the surging Tide.

The players and guards squatting behind the bunkers clenched the weapons in their hands at the same time, feeling nervous all over their bodies.

"They’re coming!"

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