This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 460.1: These Newbies Are Pretty Impressive!

After rushing out of his camp...

Battlefield Cheerleader pulled out his binoculars and glanced across the field, finally catching a glimpse of the approaching figures, letting out a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness.

It was Darkest who were leading the fools.

Looks like the new wave of feeders for him to get more merit was from the Storm Corps.

Compared to the reckless brutes of the Death Corps, this batch might at least put on a bit of a proper performance.

About 100 people lay prone 500 meters out, using the cover of uneven terrain to dig foxholes with shovels, planning to dig their way forward as they went.

Seeing his comrades so committed to the bit, Battlefield Cheerleader decided to return the favor with some real effort. He turned to Beaufort and gave a serious order. "Don't fire just yet, wait until they get closer!"

"Yes, sir!" Beaufort nodded in acknowledgment, though he couldn't help but sneer silently.

Isn’t this the same guy who started spraying bullets from half a mile away yesterday?

But just as he relaxed, he watched as the captain gave the machine gunner a swift kick.

"Step aside. I’ll handle this." Battlefield Cheerleader went to take on the position himself.

The machine gunner paused for two seconds before quickly standing and yielding the heavy machine gun, the only one in their entire team.

Watching his commander once again commandeer the gun, Beaufort didn;t know whether to laugh or cry. He reached out to try and talk him down, but before he could even touch his shoulder, two loud bursts rang out.

Two puffs of dirt shot up in the distance.

Beaufort stared at his superior officer in disbelief. "... Sir?"

Looking at the smoking barrel, Battlefield Cheerleader coughed awkwardly and mumbled sheepishly, "Ahem... Just testing the grip. It went off by accident."

Then he turned and glared at the machine gunner. "Why the hell wasn’t the safety on?"

The gunner, face full of grievance, held back his frustration for a moment before blurting, "Sir, you told me yesterday to take the safety off the moment I see anyone!"

Battlefield Cheerleader blinked twice. "Did I say that?"

The machine gunner’s eyelids twitched in disbelief. "..."

Beaufort was the same. "..."

Although it was only two stray rounds, the clones in the trench seemed to take it as a signal. One by one, they raised their rifles over the trench and started squeezing their triggers, regardless of the range.

The sound of gunfire erupted like firecrackers on New Year’s Eve, echoing across the battlefield in a constant rattle, but for all the noise, the actual hits were few and far between.

Those clone troopers weren’t exactly known for their smarts. Their accuracy at long distances was hilariously bad.

That was exactly why most officers didn’t issue automatic weapons to clone infantry. It was pure logistical hell.

Still, over 100 people shooting in the same direction did create a decent enough suppression effect.

Bullets began whizzing through the air, startling Darkest, who was still digging a foxhole. He quickly ducked lower, afraid he would be taken out by a stray round.

The newbies around him, however, had a different reaction.

They were startled too, but their reactions were... Well... Unique to say the least.

A bullet landed not even half a meter from Rest In Peace’s head. The sand around was kicked up and it blinded him for a moment, causing him to shrink back. However, his face soon lit up with excitement. "Holy crap, this is intense!"

Instead of being scared, he even reached out to the impact point, and actually pulled out a deformed bullet head buried in the dirt. His face lit up like he had just discovered treasure.

His eyes went wide. "Dude! You can actually find bullet heads in this game?!"

The bullethead was still warm!

Just for that kind of detail, he was ready to sing this game’s praises to the heavens.

Pincher, who was beside him, glanced over and quickly noticed something off. "Dude... Where’s your gun?" 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Rest In Peace chuckled sheepishly, "Didn’t get one!"

Pincher was instantly alarmed. "What the hell?! Then why did you come?!"

"I got a shovel, don’t I?" Rest In Peace waggled his eyebrows and then glanced meaningfully at the rifle on Pincher’s back. "It’s fine. Once you die, I’ll take yours."

Pincher stared at him, not knowing what to say. "???"

Just then, a sharp whoosh buzzed past his left ear, so close it almost brushed his earlobe.

The bullet didn’t hit him, but it struck a player about 20 meters behind.

"ARGH!" A dramatic scream echoed across the sand as the player took a round to the shoulder, his body jolting before he flopped around in the dirt like an earthworm, contorting and twisting in agony.

He flailed for a good while, until he noticed everyone staring at him, then he awkwardly stopped and chuckled. "Heh, oops. Forgot there’s no pain setting... Hey, anyone got a bandage? I’m bleeding pretty bad here."

Darkest rolled his eyes and looked away.

Bandages? Really? You’re about to die, what the hell are you gonna do with a bandage?

Hearing the gunfire crackle up ahead, he pulled out his revolver, fired a shot into the air, and yelled, "Brothers! Move those shovels! Keep digging! Don’t stop!"

Damn it!

That bastard is too much! How can he start shooting so suddenly?

Just handing him kills like this felt like too much of a gift.

I’m going to make him pay a little!

His eyes spun with an idea as he yelled, "The G53-7 sector’s boss battle is just ahead! Whoever catches that bastard called Pangolin gets 1,000 silver coins!"

The moment the 1,000 silver coin bounty dropped, the scattered newbies went wild! Several nearly jumped to their feet, only to get pinned back down by a hail of suppressing fire.

Still, not all of them were reckless. One more rational player shouted, "Boss! How do I turn on the ID display mode?!"

That stumped Darkest. "What? ID display?"

"Yeah! The one that shows names above heads. How else am I supposed to know who Pangolin is?!"

That clicked instantly.

Oh right.

The newbies had never seen the fool before.

"Don’t worry about that, just look for the ugliest guy with a flat nose and hammer the crap out of him...!" Before he could finish, a cloud of blood burst from his forehead. He didn’t even get a grunt out before he disconnected.

Seeing their commander fall, all the newbies were stunned.

"Holy crap..."

"Boss?"

His head had burst like a watermelon. He was clearly done for.

Pincher stared dumbly at Rest In Peace lying next to him. "So... What now?"

Rest In Peace swallowed hard. "Don’t ask me... I need a minute."

The trucks that brought them there were already gone.

All that was left was a scrappy little bike leaning in the back, probably one for their commander to ride into battle with them.

A strength type player gritted his teeth. He couldn’t stand the suppressing fire anymore, let alone endless digging. With a roar, he stood up and screamed, "Brothers! Charge!"

"Let’s avenge Darkest!"

That shout instantly ignited a spark. One after another, the players rose from the ground.

Those with guns fixed bayonets on them. Those without raised shovels. With thunderous roars, they launched into a fearless charge.

"CHARGE!"

"RAAAGHHH!"

"Drop that loot, you bastards!"

And so, they rushed at their enemies.

Reality proved that scattering while running at their enemies was more effective than running together as a pack.

And to be fair, not all of them were brainless.

Seeing others get gunned down, the rest quickly adapted, zigzagging and juking.

However... What worked in normal FPS games didn’t mean jack in Wasteland Online.