This Game Is Too Realistic

At the same time that Tianhong was killed by the desert corps commander among the rebels, on the other side of the battlefield, Morton, who had been transformed into a bionic man, also fell to death under the corps' random gunfire.

His legs were blown off, and one of his arms was broken. There was not a single intact part in his body, and the damage report message on the control program kept ringing.

However, even so, he still did not stop fighting. He used his remaining left hand to pull out his gun and tried to aim at the oncoming Death Claw.

"boom--!"

The bullet burst out of the barrel, but missed its target.

"Roar!!!"

The claws of death roared furiously, rushed to him in an instant, bit his remaining arm, and tore it off his shoulder.

Electric fire exploded in all directions, and acrid smoke billowed from Moulton's shoulders.

The claws of death stamped on his chest, threw away half of his arm from his mouth, and opened his brutal and bloody mouth again.

Moulton looked at it expressionlessly, waiting calmly for death, but saw that the open mouth was pulled back.

Perhaps because he was worried that his mount would eat up his stomach, the cavalryman wearing an exoskeleton jumped off the lizard's back and took off the engineer shovel hanging next to the lizard.

The side of the shovel is edged, and can be used as a bayonet or an ax for demolition.

Looking at the man walking towards him, Moulton, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke.

"I don't understand..."

Looking at the android stick lying on the ground waiting for death, he raised his eyebrows while holding the edge of the engineer's shovel and paddling through the water.

"What don't you understand?"

Moulton looked into his eyes and spoke in a staccato electronic voice.

"How... did you do it? We... have at least... four active-duty People's Federation officers. We expect that we may not be able to withstand... the wastelanders... not so quickly."

According to calculations and deductions, the three lines of defense they deployed around Shelter 13 can last at least half a month, and there is no way they can't last even one night.

However, the outcome of this war was beyond his expectation.

The mechanical soldiers that were supposed to last longer were systematically defeated in a way he didn't expect, but these organisms actually lasted longer than he expected...

"The active-duty officers are still..."

Looking at this dumbfounded man, he grinned and said jokingly.

"Your war has been going on for three years, and ours has been going on for two centuries. Why do you think you are more professional? Just because your military ranks have the rubber stamp of the People's League?"

The electronic eyes embedded in the iron bumps flickered slightly, and then dimmed.

"Why is this so..."

They have lived in their past glory for too long.

Whether it’s a deity or a being.

Still the same person before becoming a heavenly being...

Moulton said nothing, as if he had finally figured everything out and silently accepted the defeat.

The gunshots in the distance continued.

Although the commander was in the formation, those mechanical soldiers who did not know what death was did not stop because of this, but still carried out the previous orders.

Even if they lose their reason to continue fighting.

In a sense, they may be the same kind of people as the gods who made them.

Their era is over.

They who still lived 200 years ago did not become a help in rebuilding the world, but instead became an obstacle for people to move to the new era...

Burning steel covered the desolation under the old space elevator, and the battle of blood and flames lasted all night until the morning sun hung on the dim sky.

With the last humanoid combat armor scrapped, the fight finally ended with the Alliance's victory.

As for the price.

Although it can't be called tragic, it can't be said to be easy either.

Even though the railgun's preemptive strategic strike wiped out the surface combatants and mutant cannon fodder deployed by the Enlightenment Society, Celestial Being's robot army still caused considerable damage to the players.

In just one battle, the total casualties of the dozen participating regiments reached 20,000.

Among them, the dead soldiers suffered the most severe injuries, with 11,000 soldiers in the entire regiment.

Of course, their number is also the largest in the entire server, with their number remaining around 30,000 for a long time.

As for the Skeleton Corps, which was composed of armored troops, the damage was not that serious.

The blood dyed the reddish-brown sand even brighter red, like a glowing sea of ​​blood under the rising sun.

The only good thing is that players who die in battle will not really die.

Three days later, they will wake up from the training cabin and see the morning sun shining all over the earth again...

…

The official website of "Wasteland OL" and the forum are full of excitement.

Cloud players are busy fighting in the void, debating which one is stronger, Heaven and Enlightenment, and how it compares with other forces in the wasteland. Players who have logged out early are waiting for their brothers who just died to bring the latest news. First-hand battle report.

Soon, good news from the front line came, and the reward announcement on the official website also flooded the screen at the same time.

Tallan Raid is not the only one who has received server-wide announcement rewards and limited titles.

Including edge paddling, including Brother Mole, etc., almost everyone has unlocked their own achievements and entered the Hall of Fame on the official website with shining glory.

After waiting for several months, we finally had a hearty decisive battle. For a few seconds, all the participating players were delighted.

Coupled with the generous event points and rewards, the three-day resurrection CD and the withdrawal reaction of not being able to go online seem to be less difficult.

perhaps.

The edge of the water: "It's so good! Hahahaha! It's been a long time since I've had such a good time! (Baring teeth)"

Drum hair washing machine: "It's just a little lonely, empty and cold. I didn't expect this enlightenment to be so irresistible. He just fired the map cannon and fell down. (Sigh)"

Big-eyed debtor: "Speaking of which, the Enlightenment Society has been eliminated. Shouldn't it be time to attack the Eastern Empire next? (Smirk)"

Irena: "Saren: Don't come over!! (Funny)"

Elf King Fugui: "I don't think so. You can't just go all the way when you see someone who is different from us. (Funny)"

Canyon Escaped Mole: "Unless there is a new expansion pack. (Funny)"

Old Man Shandan: "But they are still in slavery today. A rational analysis is not impossible."

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Having said that, they have begun to change. For example, New Sailor Port is actually a good start. Although the power of the people there is still very small for the time being, they will always grow up and become the driving force behind the East. The political power of imperial change. If we intervene rashly, it will be counterproductive and we may end up with something different."

The previous legion was actually a disgrace. After its disintegration, rebellion became normal.

The reason why the Eastern Empire is the Eastern Empire is not because they have an emperor of Saren, but because of the common hope deep in the hearts of everyone living in that land.

The latter is the cause, and the former is just the result.

From this point of view, the Wilant people in the province of Wilante and Batoia are essentially different.

There was already a tradition of constitutionalism in the pre-Julius period, otherwise he, the consul, would not be able to change anything even if he shouted at his throat.

Although the Southern Army has embarked on the path of military justice for a period of time, its body is citizens, officers and industry, which is essentially the same as the Eastern Army where land and military nobles play the role of society. different.

Regardless of whether the Weiland people of the Eastern Empire admit it or not, the ecological niche belonging to the tyrants exists objectively, including the tens of thousands of slaves who are attached to the tyrants.

Once the visible majesty is defeated, the invisible majesty will pop up to fill the vacant ecological niche.

In fact, this is not just a problem of the Eastern Empire, it is a problem common to all forms of feudalism.

Even relatively speaking, the feudalism of the Eastern Empire was actually much more advanced.

At least, both their majesties and the tens of thousands of military nobles themselves have a desire for progress in their heads.

I was the darkest: "Tsk, why do you sound more and more like Fang Chang?"

Kakarot: "There is a reasonable suspicion that there is an adultery with the NPC. (Smirk)"

Battlefield atmosphere group: "???"

Luo Yu: "I am only curious about one thing right now. What will be the next expansion pack? (Looking at the sky)"

Feng Qing: "Maybe another planet?"

Garbage Picking Level 99: "Damn, is this span too big? (dumb)"

The Escaped Mole from the Canyon: "You guys are really hard to take care of. Before we even left Qingquan City, you were clamoring to fly into the sky all day long. How come you are still holding back when you really can fly up there? (Funny)"

Laplace: "Wait, so "Wasteland OL" is actually just a prequel in the background setting of the open beta version of the game?! (Surprise)"

You don’t want to think about it either, wife: “Although I feel there are problems everywhere, it’s somehow reasonable or something. (laughing and crying)”

Scavenger Picking Level 99: "Awesome! Use the prequel as a beta version and become invincible."

Tails: "Oh oh oh! "Starry Sky OL", start it! (Wearing sunglasses)"

Being forced to do something difficult: "I'm crying, can I delete my account and practice again as a mouse? (Crying)"

Outlaw gangster: "Speaking of which, why didn't I see Lao Bai and the others showing off this time? It's unscientific."

Commander Quanshui: "Their battlefield is not on the ground, but on the Lagrange point. I remember that their attack time is about the same as ours. It may not be over yet."

Professor Yang, King of Lightning: "Good guy, have you already played "Starry Sky OL"?"

Tyrannosaurus Warrior: "Okay, it's been installed. (Crying)"

Canyon Escaped Mole: "(Funny)"

…

The war on the ground is over.

The NPC troops of the Alliance's First Army began to move in, and the players began to clean up the battlefield after taking a short rest.

The Enlightenment left many good things behind.

In particular, the pre-war exoskeletons and powered armors scattered on the battlefield were almost 90% new and could be used immediately, which aroused the excitement of a group of players who had never seen the world before.

Although these equipments do not belong to whoever picks them up, and are exchanged based on battlefield points, there is no problem in "trying them on" yourself before turning them in.

The NPCs in "Wasteland OL" are not as rigid as other games. Players will not excessively investigate the origins of the things they wear. Only when they are "registered and bound" will they undergo a relatively strict review process.

In addition to the equipment and wreckage left on the battlefield, the most valuable ones are the black boxes collected by the Enlightenment Society and the industrial facilities restored through the black boxes.

These black boxes were all stolen by the Enlightenment Society from other shelters, and they all became treasures of the alliance.

The heavy trucks of the First Army drove into the Enlightenment Association's production facilities one after another, and drove towards the Raqqa Industrial Zone one after another.

These treasures will be loaded into containers and transported via cargo ships to the ports on the Death Coast. Depending on their use, it will be decided whether to transport them to Dawn City Industrial Zone or to stay on the Death Coast to support local construction.

Just when the players were having fun picking up items on the battlefield, a group of people came from the direction of Laqa Industrial Zone.

Obviously, the smell of blood that permeates this place not only attracts vultures from the sky, but also attracts scavengers nearby.

When the Enlightenment Society and the mutant mercenaries were still operating in this area, almost no one dared to approach this area, but now it is a different situation.

After all, looking at the trucks heading towards the Laka Industrial Zone, no matter how stupid they are, they can understand who won the battle last night.

Following the ruts on the ground, scavengers along the way came here one after another.

Seeing more and more scavengers gathering together, the players on duty in front of the checkpoint stepped forward and shouted to the noisy crowd.

"The battlefield is still being cleaned. It is not safe here. I suggest you wait until it is safe before coming here."

The scavengers made a fuss for a while.

A brown-skinned woman with hair tied like dreadlocks came to the front and shouted to the players in front of the checkpoint.

"Sir, this is what we do. What else will we do when it's safe?"

Those cloudy pupils were one part respectful and two parts cunning, and the remaining seven parts were vigilant.

Although I heard that the reputation of the alliance is good, no one can be sure that the rumors are correct.

But even so, she was still willing to try her luck here.

After all, no other place where you can pick up trash can compare to this Feng Shui treasure land at the foot of the space elevator.

Before the player could answer, several scavengers standing in front of the crowd also stepped forward and shouted.

"Sir, we can help you clean up the battlefield...at a suitable price."

"We have no other thoughts, we just want to make a living."

The two players exchanged glances, and then one of the players took a step forward and said to the scavengers standing in the front row.

"We understand your situation. I don't think there is any problem. However, I can't make the decision. I have to ask the commander for instructions."

"Thank you."

The female scavenger winked at him.

However, the unique shape was still a little too "wasteland punk" and did not arouse the interest of this young player, but made the latter feel embarrassed.

That shy look caused a burst of laughter from the surrounding people, which actually made the atmosphere in front of the checkpoint lively.

The local wastelanders are more enthusiastic and unrestrained than the wastelanders in the River Valley Province, but unfortunately their appearance is much different.

The news was reported level by level and quickly delivered to the staff of the First Army.

After discussion at the meeting, the supreme commander "Wrench" quickly approved the scavengers' application.

Although unexploded stray bombs and remaining war machines on the battlefield may pose security risks, what they need to consider here is not only safety, but also the establishment of reliable local order.

Arranging jobs for these scavengers is part of establishing order.

Rather than letting these guys sneak into the battlefield and steal the loot at the risk of being caught and blown up, it would be better to recruit most of them at a suitable price, and then use an iron fist to deal with those desperadoes who lick their blood. , increasing the latter’s risks and costs.

Eventually, when the battlefield is cleared, they will return the garbage dump to these scavengers and recover valuable dismantled objects from them at appropriate prices, thus completing the transition from wartime order to peacetime order.

The administrators plan to build a new settlement here.

In addition to resettling nearby scavengers, the pioneer also hoped that the residents of Shelter 13 would also participate in the construction of this settlement and take up the responsibilities and obligations they had abandoned...

…

At the entrance of Shelter 13, the alloy door slowly opened.

Under the guidance of the watchmen, the hurried crowds passed through the long corridor one after another, leaving the cradle that had protected them for more than a century.

Ahead is the wasteland.

It will also be their new home in the future.

The early morning sunshine printed on the faces with different expressions. People looked at the desolate ruins and battlefields, and their faces were full of confusion and hesitation.

Until yesterday, they still listened to Director Feng's sweet words and believed that as long as they joined forces with the Enlightenment Society and the gods, their future would be infinitely bright and full of beauty.

However, the reality is not like this——

All they saw were devastated ruins and death everywhere.

"There is wasteland ahead..."

Squinting at the road ahead, Medical Miracle said to Director Feng and the secretary who was still supporting him.

"You have been comfortable for 200 years, it's time to learn to face reality."

Feng Zhiheng stared into his eyes. There was not much expression on his pale face due to excessive blood loss. It took him a long time to squeeze out a word from his mouth.

"Actually, you saw...most people are actually not prepared."

The medical miracle said with a smile.

"so what?"

Looking at this emotionless guy, Feng Zhiheng's mouth twitched slightly and he lowered his voice and spoke.

"They were rushed out because of your plan... Is this fair to us?"

Before Medical Miracle opened his mouth, Zhuang Lan, who came from the side holding the head of the Enlightenment Society by the neck, answered for him first.

"I should ask you this question. When Vault 68 opened its doors to explore ways to rebuild the bright world, you were in Vault 13 and lived a prosperous life ahead of schedule... This pair Is it fair to us?"

Feng Zhiheng's eyes were a little dodgeful, but in the end he couldn't avoid the sharp gaze and confused the question.

"So? You have proven that those beggars are not worth saving at all. These guys are the root of all problems-"

"Anyone can discuss this issue, but you can't," Zhuang Lan looked into his eyes and said word by word, "Including me."

If you want to say why, it is because the shelter is not established to protect anyone, but to protect everyone.

This is the reason why it can give up the lives of some people and concentrate its efforts to let some people survive.

From the beginning, it has been to continue the existence of the bright fire, even if there are certain twists and turns in this process.

If even this most basic responsibility can be shied away, then the police can refuse to enforce the law because the victim is not perfect, and the firefighters can refuse to rush to the fire scene because the victim is also an arsonist.

But this is obviously not possible.

Whether it is worthy or not is the judgment of future generations. Saving those who survive is the duty of the blue coats at this moment.

Looking at the speechless Director Feng, Zhuang Lan suddenly raised the corners of his mouth teasingly.

"No wonder they didn't call you a manager. You never called yourself that."

Looking at the blank face, she said in a half-joking tone.

"At least you are somewhat self-aware."