This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 570: You Dare to Board the Plane Without Even Knowing My Name?

Chapter 570: Chapter 570: You Dare to Board the Plane Without Even Knowing My Name?

Hearing the servant’s cry, Kong Lingkai first froze, then beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his face, leaving him pale.

"Mutants? Those from the city area?!"

But how could that be possible?

He had never heard of those mutants attacking nearby settlements before!

"Who knows, Old Master! They all look the same, green like goblins, suddenly howling out from the woods, then they start shooting, setting fires, killing..."

The servant was so anxious he was nearly in tears, speaking incoherently, but Kong Lingkai, standing at the top of the gatehouse, had already lost interest in listening.

Roars from the mutants were already audible in the distance.

From the sheer magnitude of the noise, it was clear that the local militia stood no chance.

He had no interest in finding out how these man-eating creatures devoured their victims; all he wanted now was to get as far away from this place as possible.

Grabbing one of the guards by the arm, he shouted,

"Quick! Get my plane out of the storage!"

"Yes!" the guard swallowed his saliva, nodded hurriedly, and turned to run back.

The two players standing under the gatehouse were completely caught off guard by this sudden turn of events.

Mutants?

An airplane?!

"There’s still an airplane here?!" Star River looked around dumbfoundedly, "Where’s the airport?"

Luoyu didn’t say a word but gawked ahead.

Before them, the spacious wooden gates opened, and several serfs in tattered clothes pushed out a propeller airplane.

The plane was a product of Goblin Technology—the W-2 ground attack aircraft—with two modified 20mm aircraft guns hanging on it!

Long ago, he had heard Mosquito boasting that Goblin Technology airplanes were selling like hotcakes in the south, which he took as a joke at the time.

But could it really be true?!

The farm owner who was previously in an exoskeleton had now changed into a different outfit and was seated behind the pilot’s seat.

There was an additional passenger seat installed.

The person sitting in the pilot’s seat, wearing goggles, had an expression so tense it was obvious he probably hadn’t flown much.

"Is this even possible?!" Star River was beyond stunned.

"Possible my ass... just watch."

Luoyu pulled at him, leading the Xiaoyu kids aside to clear the way in front of the gate and watched interestedly to see how the two NPCs intended to take off.

Truth be told, with no obstructions and especially since it was winter, the hard-frozen mud road, which was relatively even, wasn’t the worst for taking off.

However, taking off on such a runway demanded high flying skills from the pilot.

Once the speed reached two hundred knots, even a car running on the ground could be kicked up into the air by a pebble, not to mention an airplane.

He didn’t believe that rookie-looking guy had such skills.

Plummeting into the adjacent field was highly probable.

Suddenly, Luoyu had an idea.

"Quick! Take off now!"

Waving away the serfs pushing the airplane, Kong Lingkai shrieked at the pilot, clutching his shoulders.

"Yes, yes!" Urged and rebuked by his boss, the pilot swiftly moved the throttle.

The propeller began to speed up, and the airplane slowly started moving forward.

At that moment, an elderly butler chased out from the gate, running alongside the plane with a frantic expression, tremblingly asking the man in the cockpit,

"Old Master, Old Master! What will we do if you leave?"

Who the hell cares about you!

Kong Lingkai gritted his teeth and yelled at him,

"I’m going to the Hope Farm for help, you lead the others north! There’s an abandoned mine there... take refuge there and wait for me to return!"

Run?

How could people possibly outrun the mutants!

Those creatures were born hunters and would track you down by scent!

The butler’s face turned pale, he opened his mouth to say something, but his legs could no longer keep up with the speed of the plane, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

As he watched the plane slide away, his eyes filled with despair while he lay on the ground.

However, before the look of despair lingered in his eyes for two seconds, the plane suddenly bumped and was pulled off-course by the propeller into the field.

The blade-like propeller struck the frozen earth, snapping in two with a crack, and the right-wingtip also plowed into the dirt.

The two men sitting in the plane were jostled about messily by the sudden impact.

The farm owner seated behind was especially rattled, his chest pressed against the back of the front seat, contorting his face in pain.

"Are you trying to kill me, damn it?!"

"Sorry, sorry! There’s something wrong with the plane..."

The pilot glanced back hurriedly at his boss, and then at the broken propeller and the haywire instrument panel, and beads the size of soybeans popped out on his forehead, too nervous to think straight.

He had only undergone twenty hours of training at the airfield north of the City of Dawn, barely knowing how to take off and land.

His boss had bought the plane and hardly used it, abandoning it in the storage, and even the runway at the hangar door had been repurposed for drying wheat.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have had to take off in such a hellish place.

"The plane’s fine; you’re the one who flew it wrong."

Stilted United Human language came from the side, startling the pilot as Luoyu climbed beside the cockpit.

Before he could recover, a hand reached into the cockpit and turned off the throttle.

The engine noise died down.

Luoyu, stepping away from the cockpit, examined the aircraft’s nose for a moment, touched his chin, and commented,

"...The right wingtip is broken, the propeller is snapped, and the transmission shaft is probably damaged too... geez, this needs major repairs."

The pilot said nervously,

"Is there time to fix it now?"

"You’re joking, right? There isn’t even any ground crew here," Falling Feather glanced at him and continued, "Do you have any other planes? Or is this the only one?"

The pilot said timidly,

"There’s another... we bought two."

Falling Feather breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the farm owner who was struggling to sit up from his seat.

"Hey, are you Mayor Kong? Let’s make a deal."

Kong Lingkai looked up at the mercenary standing next to the plane and then at the rifle hanging in front of him, swallowed and asked,

"...What kind of deal?"

His private soldiers were all by the gun towers, and his dim-sighted butler looked like an idiot lying there.

These fools...

Useless, every single one of them!

If it had been when he was standing in the gatehouse, he’d never negotiate any deal with this guy.

But now, he had to listen.

"I can fly this plane... or to put it another way, I’ve flown this thing in the deserts to the west and punched the Vellante people in the nose."

Falling Feather gestured with his chin towards the plane with the broken propeller and continued, "You want to flee for your life, right? I’ll help you escape. In exchange, you give my buddy the people he wants."

Mayor Kong instinctively wanted to exclaim that it was impossible, but on second thought, with things having reached this point, even if he didn’t hand over the people, once those mutants arrived, those few people were sure to die.

And based on what this guy said, he seemed to be a pretty good pilot?

Mayor Kong stared at him, half-believing and half-doubting, and said,

"... Are you really with the Alliance?"

Falling Feather made a helpless face.

"Do you think I’m joking with you? You better make up your mind quickly, or it’ll be too late."

Not sure if it’s true or not, but it seemed he had to believe it now.

Glancing at the useless rookie sitting in the driver’s seat, Mayor Kong swallowed and nodded slowly.

"Deal..."

Seeing that the man in front of him took the bait, a smile appeared on Falling Feather’s face.

"Then it’s settled so pleasantly."

Time was of the essence, no time to delay.

Led by the farm owner, Falling Feather quickly arrived at the hangar within the concrete walls. Through the open doors, he saw the industrial miracle (junk) of Goblin Technology — the W-2 Attack Aircraft.

Perhaps they always intended to use these planes as escape vehicles; both planes had modified cockpits, cramming an extra seat into the already compact space.

Next to the east wall, there was a wide concrete runway. However, the runway was piled with stuff and strewn with wheat drying in the sun.

Mayor Kong’s expression was a bit embarrassed; he coughed lightly.

"These servants... they don’t understand..."

"That kind of thing is none of my concern..." Falling Feather, relieved to see the plane’s ammunition intact, looked at him and continued, "Where are the people we want?"

Mayor Kong gave a signal to a guard beside him, who hurried away and soon returned with two elders and a couple holding children.

Confusion and fear were written on their faces as they stared at the farm owner and his private soldiers, not knowing why they were brought here or what was happening outside.

Falling Feather looked at Star River.

"Are these the ones?"

"Just like in the photos," Star River opened the VM to confirm their identities, then turned to Falling Feather with joy, "Thanks, brother!"

"Don’t mention it, it’s too early to be happy. We’ve still got work to do... I’ve got a caravan to send off in Town of Hope."

As he spoke, Falling Feather took off the K10 "Iron Wall" exoskeleton from his body and handed it over to Star River, whispering instructions.

"You take Xiaoyu and them to kill your way over later... Mark the targets on the ground for me. Damn, almost forgot... No need for me to tell you what to do, right?"

Star River chuckled, "You’re kidding again. Leave it to me, brother; just make sure you hit the mark."

Falling Feather laughed.

"Of course."

Watching the two communicate in a language they didn’t understand, Mayor Kong, who had already taken his seat on the plane, felt uneasy and called out to the two.

"What are you muttering about? Hurry up!"

"Coming, coming," Falling Feather laughed as he climbed onto the plane and buckled up. He waved the serfs who were ready to drag the plane away, "Step aside, and just don’t block my way."

With that, he gently pushed the throttle and the plane began to move slowly forward with the hum of the engine, heading towards the open doors.

Sitting behind him, Mayor Kong watched Falling Feather’s back nervously, almost pressing himself into the back of the seat.

As they reached the door and saw the plane crashed in the field, his voice took on a tinge of fear.

"... Will this work?"

"Of course! Hold tight now!"

Falling Feather moved his fingers across the controls, adjusted the flaps for takeoff with a smile, and then slammed the throttle all the way forward.

The tremendous thrust came from the nose of the aircraft, and caught off guard, Mayor Kong was pressed back against the seat by the force.

Panic widened in his eyes as he shouted,

"Wait a minute, slow down—"

"Shut up!"

He silenced the annoying man behind him, gripped the control stick tightly, stared at the runway speeding by below the cabin, took a deep breath, and jerked the nose up at the right moment.

The aircraft lifted from the ground.

Mayor Kong’s heart rose to his throat.

Not until the ground grew distant, and the plane completely broke free from the Earth’s grasp, did he shout out in excitement,

"Haha! Go to hell, you green-skinned mongrels!"

Still not satisfied, he spat out of the cockpit and cursed for a while before snapping back to reality and looking at the pilot in front of him.

"Um... cough, how may I address you, friend?"

"Falling Feather!" Falling Feather responded heartily.

This NPC is still a bit too honest.

Even without knowing his own name, he dares to just hop on.

Any other player would never dare!

"Falling Feather, huh... Please head south. Do you know where Pine Cone Wood Farm is? Just land nearby; I need to bring the news from here over there."

"Pine Cone Wood Farm?" Falling Feather said with a laugh, "I have no idea."

Kong Lingkai paused, but didn’t detect anything amiss in that laugh, assuming this guy was new here. So he patiently continued.

"No problem, just fly south, I’ll guide you..."

Falling Feather laughed out loud.

"What’s that? The wind is too loud; I can’t hear you!"

Kong Lingkai: "???"

Before the guy sitting behind him could come to his senses, Falling Feather suddenly swung the steering lever to the left and unlocked the weapons.

"Brace yourself—!"

Meanwhile, at the entrance of Hope Farm, the old butler and a group of private farm guards stood around helplessly, uncertain what to do.

"What should we do..." a guard at the entrance mumbled, hoping someone would give him an idea.

However, none of the farm’s "big shots" said a word.

Star River glanced at these people, not expecting any help from them. He then shifted his gaze to the old man called Zhou Daniu.

That old man looked timid and unsure why these military types were looking for him. He ventured a question.

"...Sir?"

After thinking for a moment, Star River spoke in broken United Human language.

"Your son sent me to pick you up and take you to the Alliance, but to be honest, he paid too little... Anyway, I’ll still take you to reunite with him, but have a word with him and tell him to pay more."

The old man looked confused, not understanding why the boss would let his family go. But seeing that he didn’t seem to be joking, he still nodded.

Star River then looked at the dazed old butler standing behind him.

"Don’t worry, you won’t die... Just a few Elite Monsters; look how scared you are."

What a waste of those weapons.

Dressed in Falling Feather’s exoskeleton, Star River chambered his rifle and waved to the Xiaoyus waiting nearby, advancing towards the Town of Hope.

The caravan guarded by the Luoyu Brothers was still in the town.

Before taking away these NPCs from the mission objectives, he had to deal with those Mutants attacking the town first.

As for whether these people might go back on their word and renege, he wasn’t concerned about that at all.

Their leader was still in his hands.

Once up in the sky, they would have no say.

...

"Ogres—!"

The ear-splitting roar outside the enclosing wall of Town of Hope, the bullets flying like rain toward the town’s gate, kept the town’s militia from raising their heads.

The sporadic explosions were tearing at their already crumbling psychological defenses.

Mutants!

Those guys who live in the city district!

The bullets they fired at these green-skinned monsters were like toothpicks plunged into cotton; hardly any of them fell.

But if someone showed their head, it would be blasted open with brains flying by the hail of bullets.

Faces behind cover were filled with fear, having never seen such a battle before, and some of the less courageous were trembling all over.

Although Nago could help them overcome the fear inside, without the Holy Water from the god’s messenger, it would only make them fish ready to be slaughtered.

No one dared to consume it at a time like this.

They could only confront their fear with their own will...

"Ha ha ha! Cowards! Cry, scream, flee for your lives!"

"Your Mutant grandpa is here!"

Ogre, standing on an off-road vehicle and holding onto the machine gun with both hands, roared with excitement, his finger pressed tightly on the trigger as if welded there.

The red-hot barrel swept in random bursts at the gate, tracer rounds wildly dancing in the air, sparing no ammo.

Seeing all those frightened eyes, his mood was indescribably joyful, his thrilled soul seemingly quivering.

Indeed.

This is how those two-legged beasts should be!

As if to completely vent the fear from the last battle, he shouted excitedly.

"Hit them hard! Flatten them!"

His henchmen beside him also let out excited shouts.

"Oooh ooh ooh!"

The gunshots were loud outside the town, and inside it had turned to chaos.

The Mutants outside did not seem in a hurry to devour them all at once but rather intended to torture their will to resist with fear and nibble them away slowly after their morale collapsed.

At the entrance of the town hall, a group of Mercenaries and Caravan guards crowded around, and a large number of militia were sticking there.

The furious Mercenary leader stepped forward, grabbed the town hall worker who came out to appease the crowd, and roared at him.

"Damn it, you tell me these are Looters?!"

"I, I don’t know either..." the worker looked panic-stricken, desperately signaling to the militia on the side.

The militia, too, acting on impulse, saw that he was grabbed by the collar, immediately raised his gun, trying to save the man.

The surrounding Mercenaries and Caravan guards changed their expressions at this and quickly drew their weapons, pointing them at the group of militia.

Are you kidding me?

These are tough guys who have been through the Wasteland for years; a few guns couldn’t scare them.

The atmosphere on the scene instantly became tense.

The battle was hot outside the town, and here, it was about to erupt.

Watching the group of agitated people, Mayor Ma Hechang, who was hiding in the public office, was sweating profusely.

His original intention was to have these people stay and help them fight the Mutants, but now the situation had turned around—outside they were barely holding on, and inside they were about to start fighting.

Knowing he could no longer hide, he gritted his teeth, walked out from the door, and snatched a rifle from a militia member’s hands.

"Enough, stop it all of you! What are you doing! What time do you think it is—"

"Yes, what time do you think it is, the Mutants have hit our doorstep, and we are still kept in the dark!"

Letting go of the collar he was gripping, the Mercenary leader pushed the worker aside and walked up to Mayor Ma, squinting and glaring at him.

Looking at the nose almost poking his own face, Mayor Ma felt an unparalleled panic, but still tried to appear calm.

"What do you want to do?"

"I want an explanation!" the Mercenary leader said, staring at him intensely, pausing after each word.

Mayor Ma took a step back, nervously speaking,

"Ask the Mutants for that kind of thing! How would I, I know why they have come!"

"How would you know? You don’t know, then tell me why you were fixing those roadblocks at the gate, silently blocking the way, not letting our cars leave from here?" glaring at him relentlessly, the Mercenary leader stepped forward, "Don’t freaking pretend now, you knew everything, you just wanted to drag us down with you."

Mayor Ma’s face turned ashen, unable to refute, he could only stubbornly say,

"No matter what... we are all grasshoppers on the same string now, if those green-skinned guys break in, no one will survive!"

Escape was even less of an option.

No one could run away from those monsters.

What those beasts loved doing most was to chase their prey until they were exhausted, lying on the ground begging for mercy.

Clearly aware of this,

The Mercenary leader bit his lip, spat on the ground, took his rifle from his back, and headed toward the Western Gate.

"Wait until after the fight, then I’ll settle the score with you!"

Having fought Mutants in other places before, he knew very well how difficult they were to deal with.

If he had known in advance that they were facing Mutants, he wasn’t sure if he would take his brothers and flee without the pay, but that didn’t stop him from being furious about being kept in the dark.

Standing together with those foreign merchants, Wu Wen Zhou’s face was filled with anxiety, looking around left and right.

That Luoyu was nowhere to be seen, with such commotion outside and yet no return.

A thought suddenly popped into his mind.

That guy...

He couldn’t have run away, could he?

Just as he had this thought, a piercing long wail suddenly sounded in the air, like the screech of death, tormenting everyone’s sensitive nerves.

"Wuu—!"

That was the roar of the Beeper.

Everyone instinctively raised their heads, only to see a cross with propellers buzzing down from the sky.

"...Old Man Kong’s airplane?!"

Mayor Ma Hechang looked up in surprise, watching the familiar aircraft, and his face was filled with astonishment.

Although none of the Farm owners in Brocade River Province liked the Alliance, they all liked to trade their grain for weapons from the Alliance.

A long time ago he had heard people say that the owner of a neighboring farm had imported some machine guns and big guns from the Alliance.

However, what he did not expect was that miser would come and muddle through this mess!

While he was staring blankly into the sky, thick machine gun cannons suddenly spat out tongues of fire.

The people in front of the public office instinctively crouched down.

A series of tracer bullets slanted down towards the west of the town; then the aircraft’s nose elegantly pulled up amid the tumultuous sound of gunfire.

In that fleeting afterimage, Mayor Ma Hechang seemed to catch a glimpse of a familiar face.

That face was twisting in the roaring wind.

"What are you doing?! Are you insane??"

Kong Lingkai’s eyes were filled with bloodshot veins, his mouth distorted by the howling wind into the shape of a chamber pot, roaring at the top of his lungs.

Watching the aircraft suddenly dive toward the ground, he almost thought he was going to crash and die!

"Hahaha! Thrilling!"

Bullets whizzed past the aircraft, chasing it but with no deterrent effect.

Glancing back at the Mutant Warriors scattered on the ground by the strafing, Luoyu adjusted the plane’s nose with exhilaration, ready for another dive.

Kong Lingkai wished he could strangle this guy, but he dared not reach out, he could only stare hard at the back of his head, his consciousness drifting with the airplane’s sharp turns.

The Ogres, who had been strafed, climbed up from the wreck of the broken off-road vehicle, fixing their gaze on the guy flying above, eyes marked with a touch of wariness.

What in the world was that thing?

Instinct or perhaps intuition told him that this guy might be the same kind of human he had encountered before... the kind who are not afraid of death.

At that moment, flashes of gunfire came from one side, catching the right-wing squad off guard.

Ogre never thought those humans would dare to leave their covers for a counterattack; he quickly called his subordinates, leading a team to support the right flank.

However, just as they arrived, a round of machine-gun fire found its mark like it had eyes, accurately raining down on the heads of those brothers.

In front of a 20mm cannon, tree trunks as thick as thighs were like made of paper, let alone flesh and blood.

In just a breath’s time, the squad of ten that had advanced was decimated by half, the machine-gun bombardment leaving a mess of limbs and severed parts.

"Damn it!"

Ogre gritted his teeth, detached the fixed machine gun from the off-road vehicle, preparing to aim at the aircraft on its dive and shoot it down.

However, just then, another round of intense gunfire sounded from their rear, screams rising from the woods.

In those bloodthirsty eyes, a rare flash of panic appeared as Ogre quickly glanced behind him, turning the muzzle in his hands.

How was there more?

Exactly how many people were there?

An ominous feeling surged in his heart.

They were surrounded!

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