This Game Is Too Realistic

Outside the Zhongzhou Aerospace Ecological Experiment Base, snow-covered pine trees were hung all the way from the edge of the base wall to the abandoned town under the gentle slope.

The tallest buildings here are no more than three floors, and the first-floor rooms with garages and swimming pools occupy most of them. Occasionally, one or two unique houses can be seen, probably belonging to the scientific researchers of the nearby research base.

However, no matter who it once belonged to, it is now completely deserted.

Frozen vines crawled from the front yard into the house, bushes grew in the dusty garage, vegetation roots bored through concrete roads and courtyard walls, lush trees filled abandoned corners, and even from the The roofs of some wooden houses poked out.

Occasionally, creaking noises can be heard downstairs, either the nibblers knocked something down again, or the rats...

The half-collapsed double-storey roof.

Ye Shi, who was crawling in the snow, took a deep breath, and gently turned the knob on the sniper scope with his index finger.

In the pine forest on the gentle slope, the treetops just passed the outermost roof of the research base.

With his right eye attached to the sniper scope, he could barely see the figures near the checkpoint through the gaps between tree branches and snow.

Those marauders are ahead.

It was less than five hundred meters away from him.

A raider patrol had visited the town once before, but it didn't search very carefully, so they didn't find the two people hiding on the roof.

Can you see people? Fang Chang, who was kneeling by the chimney and holding a binoculars, squinted his left eye and said.

You can see it, but it's a bit difficult to hit it.

At ten o'clock, did you see the machine gun at the window on the third floor?

I can see his sandbag and tripod... his head is blocked by a tree branch, but it shouldn't be a big problem to get through.

All right, he will be yours in a while. Remember, wait for him to fire first, and shoot an inch above the gun flame.

Know.

Moving his right eye away from the sniper scope, Ye Shi took a look at the VM thrown on the back slope of the roof.

When the brightness is adjusted to the lowest, only a little light can be seen in the direction facing directly, so don't worry about exposing the position.

Very easy to use.

After calculating the distance through the map, he stretched out his index finger and tapped on the screen to switch to the task bar.

[Time from start of battle: 31min 21s. 】

[Task: Arrive at the sniper point (completed), reward: War Score +10]

[Task: Mark high-threat targets on the VM map (in progress). 】

【Mission: After the start of the war, cover the attacking team on the east side (not yet started). 】

[Conditions of violation: If you fire and expose your position before receiving the order, all battlefield points will be deducted and you will be banned for 14 days. 】

[Conditions of violation: 50 battlefield points will be deducted for refusing to execute the order once, 100 points will be deducted for the second warning, and 100 points will be deducted for the third time...]

There are quite a lot of tasks.

Ye Shi silently calculated in his mind, if he could complete all the branches, he would get a total of 270 silver coins, 430 contributions.

If you are lucky, drop a few more barrels and machine gunners, and maybe you can get 400 silver.

Isn't this more exciting than External V and The Call of the Old Six?

It would be more perfect if the shooting sound effect of hitting the target can be strengthened.

For example, shake the grip when you hit the target.

...Hold on, boss.

When you have saved enough money, we will change your divine costume!

Not far away, a group of players in light-colored hunting suits were advancing towards the experimental base along the ruins on the edge of the town.

The mud smeared on the bayonet hid the cold light on the white snow, but it couldn't hide the murderous aura of the spear and flag like a forest.

The front is the enemy's position!

Pairs of eyes hidden in the dark night shone with excitement, and the high fighting will weakened even the howling north wind.

A big battle is about to start!

...

At the same time, at the Brown Farm more than 20 kilometers away, sentries with iron pipe rifles were patrolling the fence made of garbage.

Different from the sparse figures in the past, today's farm is a bit extraordinarily lively.

Country style mansion.

There were a dozen or so people sitting in the spacious living room, each of them had a heavy expression on their faces, like dark clouds that could drip water.

An old radio was placed on the round wooden table. The noisy electric sound and the host's glib accent were at odds with the atmosphere in the living room, but they were particularly suitable for the occasion.

This is the Voice of Boulder, and I am your dearest radio host, Mr. House, and now I am bringing you an update on the situation in the northern suburbs.

According to unreliable news, a predator force called the Bonechewer Tribe is developing and growing in a place we can't see. This is definitely not alarmist. Their strength is not weak, at least they are stronger than those who hide in the ruins and dare not come out. Villains are much stronger.

Those marauders not only absorbed the remnants of the legion, but also took over part of their equipment, and are now recruiting troops in the middle of the entire river valley province... It seems that they intend to establish a kingdom that belongs to the marauders.

If they continue to go south, there is no doubt that none of the hillbillies in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City will survive, and the militia will definitely not waste a bullet for those who have not paid taxes. If you happen to be in the northern suburbs, And I don’t want to watch my wife and daughter being kidnapped and sent to the ranch, so the Voice of Boulder City recommends the Wind Hotel in the Far Side to you!

There is the generous Mr. Reston, a super five-star hotel specially opened for refugees. It is located on the edge of the outer wall of Boulder City. Although it is on the outside, legally, it also belongs to the territory of Boulder City. The militia will not Just sit back and watch what happens there...you only need 1 chip and you can stay in there all day.

For the sound on the radio.

The people sitting at the round table only responded in silence.

For citizens living legally in Boulder City, 1 chip may be an hour's salary, or a bottle of beer mixed with water.

But for them, it takes 1 kilogram of grain or more valuable garbage to exchange for it.

As if he had had enough of the wordless silence, a middle-aged man with a powerful appearance and a hunting cap spoke slowly.

The Bonechewer tribe is growing, we should unite! The Morrowind community can send twenty hunters.

Seeing someone raised his head, the fat man sitting not far away breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat on his round forehead with a towel, and responded.

We can have nine... Seeing everyone at the table looking at him, he quickly added, I know this may be a little less, but we only have so many.

Tsk tsk, listen, there are only nine men in the fat and oily red train station, the strong man with a scalded scar on his face sneered and said in a mocking tone, If all your men are dead, We can help you.

Annoyance flashed across Fatty's face, but he was frightened that this guy was not a good guy, so he narrowed his eyes dangerously and didn't dare to say anything.

The red train station receives merchants who come to Qingquan City from Honghe Town to do business all the year round. Compared with the pauper sitting here, he does have two more chips in his pocket.

However, in this ghostly weather, this little bargaining chip can't bring him much sense of security, not even enough for a militia plane to take a business trip.

Staring at the ugly scar-faced man, the boss of the inn thought sinisterly in his heart.

wait!

When this winter is over, I will invite mercenaries to visit your house!

The atmosphere in the living room was a little stiff.

Mr. Brown, who was puffing, looked a little bored.

Although they knew that these neighbors probably had no hope, they never expected that at this juncture, they were still haggling over who would have two more people.

It's hopeless!

At this time, sitting in the corner of the round table, a thin-faced man who had been silent from the beginning to the end suddenly spoke.

It's useless. We can't be the opponents of those people. Their numbers are like locusts...sweeping from the center to the south.

Seeing that everyone including Brown was looking at him, the man paused for a moment and continued.

I have a relative in Shibei Town, about 30 kilometers away from here. He fled to me a few days ago and said that hundreds of looters invaded their town, and those who resisted were beaten into a sieve. , was hanged at the door, and the rest were either arrested and worked as coolies, or were pressed to the ground and tortured until they almost died.”

At that time, he hid in the ruins, watched the fire burning in front of his nose, and pretended to be a corpse without daring to move. Finally, he survived by luck.

The atmosphere in the living room became more rigid.

As if to ease the atmosphere, an older survivor let out a sigh of relief and muttered something in a low voice.

Working as a coolie... at least they haven't been eaten. It seems that these people still talk about civilization.

I haven't finished yet... Both the old man and the child have been beheaded, the thin man moved his Adam's apple slightly, and continued with a numb expression, They only want to be able to work and give birth to children.

A fire blazed in the fireplace.

There was a bright fire in the living room, but the air was terribly cold.

enough!

Mr. Brown slapped the table, and the ashes fell from the corner of his mouth, beside his boots.

He took off half of the cigarette butt, pressed it in the ashtray, looked at everyone present with a gloomy expression, and continued speaking slowly.

This is our home, we have lived here for generations, run? Where can we go? There is no way for us to retreat, the only way is to fight to the death—

It's just that you have nowhere to go. After all, you have such a big farm.

The scar-faced man who satirized the owner of the inn earlier pierced through his beautiful words and said aggressively.

Mr. Brown's face froze, his face turned into a liver color, and he stared at the man and said.

What do you mean I have no way out? I can take my chips to Boulder City. There, my life will be a hundred times more comfortable than now. Do you want me to do this?

Go to Boulder City? Like the mayor on Bate Street? The scar-faced man narrowed his eyes and said with a sneer, I heard that he hasn't had a good time in the past two months... Do you have a relationship with him? Covenant? Why didn't they help him when they were beaten by Blue Coat.

Brown's face darkened.

At this time, someone suddenly spoke.

Why don't we go to those blue coats for help? They even got rid of the Bloody Hand clan, and they fought with the Legion before, maybe they can deal with those looters...

Before Brown could speak, someone next to him said in a mocking tone.

Those blue coats? They have no obligation to help us. When it comes to life and death, they will hide in their mouse holes for the first time, close the door, and hide for decades before coming out. Two centuries ago Isn’t that what they do? I’ve heard of it.”

The boss of the inn said nervously.

Then ask Boulder City to take action...

The man in the hunting hat shook his head.

We've run out of money.

Then give food!

Seeing a pair of eyes looking at him, Brown responded with anger to the unrealistic desire in the eyes of these poor people.

Food? How can there be any food now? There are only seeds left in the warehouse for next spring. We can't eat grass for a whole year.

Then what are you going to do? This doesn't work, and that doesn't work. Are you just arguing here?

I have no problem with fleeing. Anyway, this life is going to be difficult. I'm interested in finding a place in the south where I can grow crops before the spring of next year.

Let's vote with a show of hands, those who agree with fleeing -

At this time, there was a knock on the door, interrupting the chaotic quarrel in the living room.

Brown, who was about to explode, restrained his anger and took a deep breath.

Come in.

The person who came was named Liu Zhengyue, and he was the head of his security guards.

After shaking the snow in front of the door, Liu Zhengyue walked into the warm room.

My lord, our neighbor has sent you a letter...

Brown looked at him and asked.

What's in the letter?

Liu Zhengyue glanced at the people at the table, then at Mr. Brown, and said in a low voice.

My lord, do you want to read it here?

A trace of impatience flashed across Brown's face, but perhaps he felt that it was really inappropriate for so many people to listen, so he beckoned patiently, beckoning him to hand over the letter.

Received the letter.

The envelope was torn open.

Pulling out the letter paper, Brown glanced twice, a trace of surprise appeared on his face, but it was quickly replaced by suspicion and solemnity.

The middle-aged man in a hunting cap looked at him and asked.

What's in the letter?

Invitation from neighbors, it's nothing, it has nothing to do with you... Mr. Brown replied casually, and at the same time carefully folded the letter and stuffed it into his pocket.

Everyone sitting at the wooden table looked at each other, exchanging distrustful glances.

Of course they wouldn't believe the old fox's nonsense, but this was his place, and if he didn't plan to say it, they couldn't force him to.

Okay, let's break up. We have discussed this point since dinner time. If you still plan to continue arguing, please change to another place. Don't stay with me... It's annoying to watch.

The owner here has issued an order to evict the guests. Although the guests in the living room were dissatisfied with his attitude, it was not good to continue entanglement here, and they got up and left here with displeased faces.

It was snowing heavily outside the house.

However, it was no colder than inside the house.

A group of people walked out of the farm.

The thin man rubbed his shoulders with his hands, glanced at the other people around him, and said in a low voice.

I still say the same thing, we can't be the opponents of the Bonechewer... We have only one option to escape, and the other survivors in the middle of the River Valley Province are doing the same.

asked the older survivor.

Where did they go?

Everyone froze for a moment, and after exchanging glances, someone who knew the situation spoke up.

I heard that some refugees... seem to have gone to Changjiu Farm, a little north of our place?

A little bit north? Changjiu Farm?

Well, that farm seems to be the territory of those blue coats. They helped the enterprise deal with the legion, and the people of the enterprise helped them build a city in the wilderness... that's what I heard.

Looking at the heavy snow in the sky, the man in the hunting cap suddenly spoke.

I'm going to go up north, to those blue-coat parks.

The innkeeper looked at him in surprise.

Now? It's getting dark...

Although there are not many alien species that go out to look for food in winter, but when we go to the north now, when do we have to go back?

Although they were all survivors from the northern suburbs, they didn't have much contact with those blue coats, and they couldn't take the liberty of asking them to take them in for a night as soon as they met.

It's not terrible to be dark, but the terrible thing is that the sky will never shine again.

The Adam's apple moved, and the man in the hunting cap continued. This may be our last hope if we don't want to become homeless.

...

The mansion on the farm.

After seeing off the guests, Brown turned around and came to the cloakroom, took out his favorite overcoat, put it on his body, and adjusted the collar carefully.

But soon, he seemed to have thought of something, he came back and stuffed the coat back, took out a not-so-new one and put it on.

At this time, his wife came from the side, put her hand on his shoulder, and said in a soft voice.

It's so late, do you still have to leave the hospital?

Brown replied perfunctorily.

Our neighbors invited me to a movie, and I had to go once, at least to let them know that we had nothing to squeeze.

the lady asked.

Can't you not go?

Fingers on the collar of the coat, Brown was silent for a while, rarely restraining his bad temper.

I have no idea.

But I think . . . it would be better to go than not to go.

...

Zhongzhou Aerospace Ecological Experiment Base.

At the foot of the gentle slope, next to the road on the north side.

Two looters in fur coats threw the dead branches they picked up into a burning iron bucket and surrounded the flames to keep warm.

Looking at the stars floating on the fire, the looter with a trench stick hanging from his waist couldn't help cursing.

This terrible weather... Keeping watch outside is killing people.

The predator next to him heard it, and unconsciously glanced at the checkpoint on the slope.

Hush, don't let the captain hear your words.

What does it matter? He is only allowed to sleep in the bed, and I am not allowed to complain here?

Thinking of the woman he met at the survivors' gathering point last time, he unconsciously licked his lips that were blown by the wind.

Those boobs are huge.

He still remembers the expression that turned from pain to despair.

It's a pity that it's all because the boss played too much, and the man still couldn't hold on in the end. His throat was hoarse before he died.

Why do I feel that the day is getting colder and colder...

I'm going to pick up two more firewood.

As he said that, the predator tightened the Ripper rifle on his back, stepped on the snow covering his calves, and walked into the woods beside him.

There was no light anywhere.

But it doesn't matter.

There were many dead branches lying on the snow. He bent down and touched the ground casually.

A cold touch came from the palm of his hand, which made him slightly stunned.

Huh?

How is it hard?

Two guns stretched out from the darkness, pointing straight at his forehead.

And at this moment, what he was holding in his hand was not any kind of firewood at all, but a bayonet that was smeared with mud and leaking cold light.

Looking at the person lying in the snowdrift, his face gradually turned as white as snow.

The player who was stared at was also stunned.

Originally, he was lying well in the snowdrift, but who would have thought that instead of picking up so many branches next to this idiot, he would grab the muzzle of his gun instead.

'Fuck, what's the matter? '

Use your eyes to communicate with the teammates next to you while paddling on the edge.

The big eyes of debt are also confused.

'How about...you wait for him to fire the first shot? '

At this moment, shouts came from the fire beside the road.

Xiu, what are you dawdling about?

me……

The restrained predator was speechless with trembling lips.

Upon hearing the trembling voice, the predator behind him immediately realized that something was wrong, immediately raised the rifle in his hand, squatted down to pull the bolt, and yelled into the woods.

Who's there!

Seeing this scene through the drone, Chu Guang knew that the people in the forest must not be able to hide.

However, it doesn't matter.

It was the feint group that was discovered. Although it was a few minutes earlier, it did not affect it.

It's time to test micromanagement!

Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and flicked it in the air, and the precompiled task suspended in the window of the tactical eyepiece was sent out immediately.

[Battle countdown: 0s]

[Mission: Fire freely! (Release target: All teams in Group A)]

[Task: Shelling the target area! (Release target: support group)]

Hit me hard!

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(Before eleven in the next chapter!)