Two white smokes split from the flames of the explosion, one falling into the valley and the other falling into the airport under the gaze of everyone.
If the missile successfully hit the runway, it would be enough to blow a deep pit in the center of the airport.
However, as luck would have it, the H-55 "Hurricane" was on its way to take off and it was too late to stop.
"Fuck!"
Looking at the white track printed on the window, Kelun, who was sitting in the driver's seat, had a wild look on his face, and pushed down the throttle with a curse.
The flames from the twin engines suddenly increased, pushing the plane forward at a faster speed.
At the same time, he slightly turned the rudder to the left, trying to avoid the missile that was speeding.
However——
The danger was still one step ahead of him.
Although the missile did not hit the plane directly, but fell beside the runway, for the missile with metal hydrogen charge, it actually made no difference whether it hit directly or not.
"Boom!"
The blast spread at a terrifying speed, carrying shrapnel and gravel from the explosion and hitting the side of the plane, instantly turning the right wing of the "Hurricane" into a sieve.
One engine suddenly stalled!
With the left engine still running, the plane made another sharp turn on the runway, and the landing gear was violently broken.
With a tooth-grinding steel friction sound, the bomber suddenly rolled over, and the broken wing dug a hole in the ground.
The window of the plane was covered with a layer of cracks, and finally broke into countless fragments with a bang.
With a hideous face, Colen groaned and lost consciousness in an instant in the dizzy tumbling.
But before losing consciousness, he still struggled to stretch out his right hand and pressed the button next to the joystick.
That was the button for delayed explosion, the preset time was half an hour, and only he knew the password to unlock it.
Although the troops stationed at the airport would not necessarily lose, General Griffin had told him not to overestimate General McLennan's ability.
He didn't care whether he would die or not, he only cared about the Marshal's ambition to conquer the world.
If the ground forces ultimately failed and failed to successfully recover the nuclear warhead.
At least, the Alliance must not get it...
...
At the same time, above the airport.
Looking down at the ground through the window, the pilot sitting in the "Sabre" fighter was completely dumbfounded.
In the previous round of dive, he successfully shot the strange-looking plane into a sieve with a machine gun, but he didn't expect that thing still had a missile that hadn't been fired! ?
What he didn't expect was that the pilot on the opposite side knew that he only needed another round of strafing to send them away, but he had no intention of parachuting at all, and even completely gave up mobility in exchange for a horizontal speed that broke the sound barrier!
Everything happened too fast.
In a Mach-level battle, both sides only had a few seconds to judge.
His Adam's apple moved, and he squeezed out a few short syllables from his throat with difficulty.
"Damn..."
What kind of lunatic is he fighting?
There are nearly 200 rounds of machine gun bullets left.
Although there is still room for another dive on the ground, it seems unnecessary.
Without the protection of the reconnaissance vehicle and machine gun position, General McClane's position has been broken by the barbarian cavalry.
At a distance of 200 meters, these cavalry are like a joke.
But at a distance of 20 meters, no one can laugh.
Especially in the open Gobi Desert...
Thick smoke gradually floated from the wreckage of the plane in the middle of the runway.
Looking at the wing fragment inserted into the belly of the plane, the pilot seemed to think of something, and his face changed instantly.
Without any hesitation, he immediately turned the nose of the plane to the west and pushed the throttle lever to the bottom.
At the same time, he was pressed tightly on the seat by inertia, and shouted loudly in the communication channel where only he was left.
"... This is Sabre! We were blocked by the Alliance ground forces, and the Hurricane could not take off! The mission cannot continue! Request to return!"
"Repeat it, request to return!"
The nearest airport is 1,000 kilometers away, so of course no one can answer him.
But whether anyone answers or not, he has to retreat...
...
Not only the pilots in the sky are dumbfounded, but also the real air force standing on the ground.
McLen, who had just got on the jeep, looked blankly at the airport with black smoke, and a trace of despair gradually appeared in his eyes.
Not only because it was his last and only way out.
But also because of the thing on the plane...
The officer holding the steering wheel swallowed his saliva and looked to the side nervously.
"General... are we still going?"
They originally planned to stop the plane at the airport.
But now it seems unnecessary.
General McLennan's Adam's apple moved, and after a while, he squeezed out these words.
"It's over."
As the voice fell, his shoulders leaning on the chair also relaxed.
The officer sitting next to him was stunned, looking at General McLennan with surprise in his eyes.
This man in his prime seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant...
The sound of rolling hooves boiled in the south of the camp, and the noise was accompanied by the overwhelming shouting and killing.
As the elite of the Petra Fortress, every horse of this cavalry is a black horse from the Great Desert. The people on horseback are all brave and good warriors without exception.
After losing the protection of heavy firepower, the defense line on the south side of the legion camp was instantly crushed. The cavalrymen who rushed into the camp rushed around in the camp, stabbing anyone they saw with bayonets, or firing with rifles, killing people and horses in the camp.
"Capture the enemy commander alive!" The captain of the personal guard who was charging on horseback shouted loudly.
However, everyone was already blood-thirsty, so who would listen to what he said? The corpses of people who were hit and stabbed to death were everywhere, and many of them knelt down to surrender.
Surrender?
Why didn't you think about it when you were squatting behind the machine gun before?
Even if you want to surrender -
Wait until I kill half of them!
Thinking of the teammates who died in the charge, the cavalrymen on horseback roared.
Whether it was the Willant people who came from afar or the soldiers of the Falcon Kingdom.
At this moment, they were all meat on the chopping board. As long as they rushed out, they would die if they stood outside the tent.
Those hiding in the tents were not having a good time either.
In order to avoid the horses' legs being entangled in the tents, the cavalry would not rush into the tents at all. Instead, they would use lighters to light bottles filled with cotton wool, kerosene and alcohol, and then throw them into the tents.
This special Molotov cocktail is much easier to use than a grenade, and it is cheaper to make, and it works better if you shake it before use.
Seeing the fire in the rear, Centurion Wester immediately brought people back from the Western Front to support.
Although the garrison of Petra Fortress is large in number, its combat effectiveness is completely different from that of the Falcon Kingdom.
Many militiamen were even more neglectful of training, and they couldn't even dig a foxhole properly. They thought that they could just dig a hole and bury their heads, but they didn't know that half of their backs were exposed in the eyes of the other side.
It was precisely because of this that he had the spare energy to allocate a thousand-man escort army, and after regrouping, they fought back to the direction of the airport.
However——
He had just reached the edge of the camp on a tricycle, and before he could go in to help, he saw a flash of fire in the east.
"Boom!"
Before the deafening sound of the cannon came, the flames of the explosion bloomed on the sand dunes.
Before the two teams of ten had time to disperse and lie down, they were completely wiped out by the high-explosive bomb.
"Tanks!" A centurion shouted desperately, "Everyone disperse!"
However, this desperate cry was useless, not even a dying struggle.
That was a tank!
And there was more than one!
In the distance, the horizon that was gradually covered with darkness, and black dots appeared.
Tanks were lined up in a row, with their black muzzles raised forward in unison, and behind them was a vast rolling dust.
Looking at the steel torrent that appeared on the horizon, the faces of the soldiers of the Falcon Kingdom were filled with despair.
They didn't even have anti-tank weapons.
There was no way to deal with that kind of guy!
The previous shell was just the beginning.
After the first shell hit, the other dozen tanks also opened fire.
The empty Gobi Desert instantly exploded with deadly dust, clearing vacuum zones the size of basketball courts.
All organisms touched by the explosion were instantly blown into a pool of minced meat.
Even if they were not directly hit, there were still countless people who were killed by the fragments of high-explosive grenades and whose internal organs were shattered by the air waves of the explosion.
Half of the nearly full-strength thousand-man team was wiped out in just one round of volleys.
The caliber of the shell was obviously more than 100 mm, and it might be 150 mm or more.
There were no fortifications and bunkers to hide in.
Facing the king of land warfare, the tank, what awaited the infantry was nothing but a one-sided massacre.
Now it was only the tank guns that were firing.
When they got close to the effective range of the coaxial machine guns, there was also a staggered machine gun fire network waiting for them.
Climbing up from the overturned motorcycle, West looked at the steel torrent in the distance. His resolute pupils first floated with confusion, and then turned into bottomless despair.
"... It's over."
Everything is over...
...
The battle outside the Lost Valley is over.
With the arrival of the Union tank troops, General McClane completely gave up the hope of escape.
In fact, it was too late.
Unless it was an airplane, nothing could escape 100 kilometers away within an hour.
"General... What should we do?" The officer sitting in the driver's seat of the jeep looked at General McClane next to him in despair.
He didn't even know where to escape.
McClane's Adam's apple moved, and he couldn't squeeze out a word for a long time.
He didn't think he was a failed commander. He had dispatched every unit to where it should appear and made the most correct deployment.
However, he couldn't conjure up a 10,000-man army out of thin air, let alone launch an attack on a non-existent army.
What about Griffin's tanks?
Even if Camp 530 fell, at most 1/3 of the tanks would be lost.
That guy couldn't have thought that if the Alliance guessed their plan, they might send a mobile force to raid the airport.
But what about the Conqueror tanks?
What about the "Wanderer" that was praised by the army?
Why did he only see the Alliance's tanks?
And how did the defenders of Petra Fortress suddenly get out of their tortoise shells?
Didn't the nobles of the Falcon Kingdom swear that even if they broke their heads outside, those people would not come out of their tortoise shells?
What link went wrong?
He couldn't figure it out.
But...
It's meaningless to say these now.
In the face of a three-phase bomb with a million-ton equivalent, all struggles are redundant.
McLen silently pulled out his pistol, tremblingly pointed it at his chin, and turned on the safety.
He closed his eyes, but his trembling index finger seemed to be filled with lead, and he didn't pull the trigger for a while.
He put the gun down with a face full of shame, and looked up at the sky that was already dyed with night.
Whatever...
Anyway, it's just a different way to die.
The sound of artillery in the northeast was getting closer and closer, and in the south, the cavalry's horses were trampling and shouting.
The officer sitting in the driver's seat suddenly started the car and stepped on the accelerator.
His back suddenly leaned against the seat. McLen rarely did not get angry, but just asked with a wry smile.
"Where are you going?"
"The valley! As long as we hide in the valley! We have hope of survival!" The sole of the boot was welded to the accelerator, and the officer's eyes were full of bloodshot.
In theory, this may be the case.
Whether it is cavalry, infantry or tanks, they will all be reduced to ashes in a nuclear explosion...
The trunk of the jeep contains chemical protective clothing and other survival tools. If you hide in the valley, you might be able to survive.
McLen's desire to survive was rekindled.
However, at this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a truck rushing out of the valley in the distance and rushing towards the direction of the airport.
What does that car want to do?
McLen frowned slightly.
He had an ominous premonition in his heart.
Just like the ominous premonition a few days ago...
...
On the truck.
Sis, who was holding the steering wheel, glanced at the rearview mirror, then looked at the flaming plane in front, and said with his index finger tapping the headset.
"Awei, have you thought about it."
"Yeah! I've thought about it!"
The short hair was blown into a chicken coop, and the tail standing at the machine gun position nodded, with a rare serious expression on his face.
"I thought about it when Teddy died... maybe everyone is alive."
Sisi showed a surprised expression on his face.
Including Zhimahu sitting in the passenger seat, and Rourou in the back of the car.
"... Digital life? Or something like that... I don't really understand it, including other NPCs. I always feel that they are not just supporting roles in RPGs, or tools that give us tasks."
"They can cry, laugh, have people they hate, and people they like, and manage their own lives. They don't just simply repeat some things in the settings, but really live a good life, just like we do in reality."
As she spoke, she also became troubled and didn't know how to describe it.
Sisi glanced at the rearview mirror and fell into deep thought.
"Well, but if you think so, the enemies we killed..."
Tail said in an affirmative tone.
"They are also alive."
"Then..." Zhimahu opened his mouth blankly.
Tail said without hesitation: "But even so, I will still shoot when I should! In any case, robbery and murder are not good. If the bad guys refuse to surrender, more people will die. So if you don't plan to surrender, let them die."
Sisi looked at the tail in the rearview mirror in surprise, who was blown by the wind and couldn't open his eyes.
But she didn't say anything else.
In fact, she thought about this problem a long time ago, but her sense of substitution is more flexible.
Even if it is an Oscar-winning screenwriter, it is impossible for every plot and every character to please everyone, not to mention that it is just an ordinary RPG game.
She would choose the one she was interested in.
As for the others, it was up to her.
In reality, you can't kill people casually, but in the game...
Kill them and kill them.
"I say... can you dismantle a nuclear bomb?" Looking at the burning plane, Rourou shouted nervously with her claws on the truck box.
"Oh! No!"
Rourou said with a smile.
"Then what's the point of us going there?"
"There's always something we can do..."
Zhimahu comforted Rourou, but she didn't know what to do either, she was just a teacher.
Tail: "That's right! For example, send a nuclear bomb into the valley!"
Rourou was stunned for a moment.
"But then, the ruins will..."
"That's right, save the copy or the people outside, this is actually a multiple-choice question..." Sisi, who was holding the steering wheel, said casually, "So I asked Awei to think about it."
Rou Rou: "What if we drive the truck as far as possible?"
Sisi: "To the west is the Petra Fortress, and to the east are friends of the Skeleton Corps, so we can only run to the north. I don't mind sacrificing... Want to gamble on how far we can run before the explosion?"
Wei Ba: "It's okay, Rou Rou, the game map is so big, A Guang will make two more!"
Rou Rou sighed and sat back in the car.
"That's true."
Anyway, the benefits of this trip are not small.
The power of nuclear bombs detonated in different places is different.
Among them, the air explosion has the greatest effect on personnel casualties.
Whether it is shock wave or radiation damage, the coverage of air explosion is the widest, and radioactive dust can even be carried by airflow to hundreds or even thousands of kilometers away.
The second is ground detonation.
A deep pit will be formed at the center of the explosion, and part of the shock wave will be released upward in a cone shape.
This detonation method is mainly used to destroy fixed fortifications, and the effect on personnel is slightly less.
As for the underground detonation, it is mainly nuclear experiments.
There is a deep enough cave in the center of the Great Rift Valley, which should have been blasted out by some kind of orbital weapon. Although part of it has been buried over time, it is still a hundred meters deep.
Their target is there.
As long as the nuclear bomb is sent into the almost vertical tunnel, the impact of the explosion can be minimized.
The truck stopped next to the airport.
The group got off the car quickly.
Grabbing the engineer shovel next to the seat, Sisi was about to step forward, and Rourou volunteered to stand up.
"Let me do it!"
Although it is inconvenient for the alien sequence players to operate the tools, most of the panel data are ridiculously strong.
Confirmed the location of the bomb thrower.
Rourou roared with all her strength, and removed the drooping steel plate, revealing the nuclear warhead buried inside the belly of the aircraft, and the metal bracket that fixed the warhead.
Fortunately, this thing can be removed.
Ignoring the hair that was scorched by the fire, Rourou used all her strength to break two aluminum alloys, and finally pulled the nuclear warhead, which was about one person tall, out from under the belly of the aircraft together with the bracket.
Looking at the cylinder on the ground, she suddenly felt scared and looked at her teammates carefully.
"...Will this thing explode?"
Sisi shook her head.
"I don't know. It would be best if it doesn't explode. We have to be prepared for the worst."
...
On the other side, somewhere in the Lost Valley.
Woke up from a coma.
Luoyu shook his dizzy head, looked around, and a trace of confusion gradually appeared in his eyes.
"...What is this place?"
It was pitch black in front, like an unknown cave. A few wisps of light appeared behind, mixed with the sound of whistling wind, so it must be very high.
Yunting did not have an ejection seat, but instead had an ejection capsule with stronger protection.
The parachute was not fully opened, and the ejected escape capsule directly crashed into the mountain, with the front half stuck in the cave and the back half exposed outside.
Judging from the concrete slag scattered around, this place did not look like a naturally formed geological structure, but more like it was made of inferior cement.
According to posts posted by other players on the forum, nearby residents gave the Lost Valley a mythological color, and there were believers who believed in the God of the Sky in the early days. This must be the temple they built... or a corner of it.
But Luoyu always felt that rather than saying this was a temple, it was more like a pit dug by "tomb robbers".
But things that happened 100 years ago could not be verified.
Maybe there were no believers at all, just a few scavengers who came to pick up garbage, and were labeled with labels that they might not even know about in the rumors.
This kind of coincidence has happened in history...
After crawling out of a pile of wreckage, Luo Yu found the survival tools placed in the ejection cabin.
A 5mm caliber pistol, two 15-round magazines, basic medical supplies such as bandages, and tools such as flashlights.
Unfortunately, the co-pilot brother did not survive after all. There was only a pool of blood in the squeezed seat, and even the complete body could not be found.
Not to mention the VM tied to his leg.
Luo Yu mourned for him in his heart, then put his survival tools into his backpack, and walked down the cave with a flashlight, trying to find an exit.
The wide cave did not know where it led, but the dark red bacterial plaque in the corner looked particularly familiar.
Swallowing his saliva, Luo Yu pulled out his pistol and loaded it. He held the flashlight in his left hand and shone a beam of light, and walked forward cautiously.
There were more and more bacterial spots on the wall.
A rusty escalator appeared in front of him.
The top was buried by large rocks, and the bottom was a deep black.
There was no other choice, he could only move forward.
Especially when he walked down through a broken staircase, at least half of the area of a wall was covered with red spots.
Not only that.
Even the surrounding air had a hint of spore stench.
As Luo Yu expected, a gnawer appeared in front.
However, just as he lowered his footsteps and was about to walk over and kill the guy, the gnawer seemed to have discovered him.
Then...
He spoke.
"Hey, is that a flashlight? Don't point it at me, slime mold hates glowing things."
Luo Yu was stunned, and the gun in his hand almost went off.
"You can talk!?"
"What do you mean I can talk... Your accent is really weird, what dialect is it?"
Luo Yu stared at him and took a step back, moved the flashlight away, and asked vigilantly.
"Who are you?"
"Who am I... Well, this is a good question, but I can't remember it clearly." The man didn't seem to take his gun to heart, and replied casually.
Luo Yu's eyes were blank.
What the hell?
"I can't remember clearly..."
"Names are for others. No one has been here for a long time, so I forgot it."
The man smiled heartily, still with his back to him, and didn't turn around.
Luo Yu stared at the back of his head.
"Can you turn around?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah..." Luo Yu nodded.
The man didn't act pretentiously and turned around generously.
However, the moment he saw this guy, Luo Yu was completely stunned and couldn't help but squeeze out a "Fuck".
That face -
No, it can't be considered a face anymore, it's like a rotten wood that has been soaked for a long time, ugly to the point of being hideous.
The rotten wood-like lips opened and closed, and the man said in a happy voice.
"By the way, I haven't seen a living person for a long time. After seeing you, I remembered a little bit of the past..."
After a pause, he continued.
"You can call me, Bai Ge."
Luo Yu was slightly stunned, and seemed to have heard of this name vaguely.
At this time, he suddenly remembered the book translated by Si Si on the forum before.
With a trace of disbelief in his eyes, he asked in amazement.
"...Are you a researcher at the college?"
Bai Ge thought for a while.
"College... Oh, that's a really nostalgic name. Are those nerds still there? Or have they been soaked in the swamp and moldy?"
"Probably still there..."
Although it's just the background board of this game.
Looking at that terrifying face, Luo Yu couldn't help but continue to ask the question that he was most concerned about.
"Wait, didn't you die many years ago?"
Bai Ge nodded.
Perhaps it was because he hadn't met a living person who could communicate for a long time, he chattered non-stop.
"Well... If nothing unexpected happens, I should grow old in an ordinary way, lying in a coffin like other old men, but I finally couldn't help my curiosity about this ruins. There's no way, everyone in the academy is like this, it's hard for us to control our interest in the ruins... Even though I've been away from the academy for many years."
Luo Yu's expression was a little subtle.
The chief researcher of the alliance came from the academy, but that guy's curiosity about the ruins was average, and he was more interested in the coffee machine.
"So what's your current state?"
The man confessed straightforwardly.
"Symbiosis."
"Symbiosis?!"
Seeing Luo Yu's eyes widened, the man smiled and said.
"Don't be so nervous, symbiosis is not parasitism, two organisms depend on each other, share each other's prosperity, have but not possess... Don't you think this sounds great?"
Before the man in front of him came to his senses, Bai Ge looked at the dark corridor behind him.
"By the way, let me introduce you to my partner... Hey, Xiao Hong, come out and say hello to the guests."
A creepy feeling climbed up Luo Yu's back.
He turned around stiffly, only to see an eight-foot... or maybe nine-foot-tall humanoid creature.
With the residual light of the flashlight, he saw the blood-like scarlet.
Its facial features were abstract, and its mouth and nose had only a rough outline, without a single gap, as if it had not evolved yet.
Its eyes are particularly special. They are hemispherical, similar to a fly, composed of countless hexagonal structures, and faintly emit scarlet light.
Two slender arms hang down at the sides, with trumpet-shaped openings at the front, like the cuffs of clothes, but no hand structure can be seen.
As for the lower limbs, they are even more abstract.
Below the slender waist is an inverted cone-shaped fungal blanket, which looks very much like the hem of Lissandra's skirt.
At first glance, this thing looks a bit like the evolved form that appeared in the last wave.
But it is not as ferocious as that guy.
If there is any difference, the one that came out of the center of Qingquan is more like a shark with a bloody mouth, while the one in front of him at this moment is more like a dolphin.
Tentacles as thick as index fingers floated from behind it, like a dolphin's mouth, surrounding him, but not very close.
Looking at the tentacles that were so close, Luo Yu swallowed nervously.
He doesn't know what this is.
But he hopes that the dog planner can be a human being.