This Game Is Too Realistic

Around 1942, a German pilot needed to go through up to six months of training and two months of aviation subjects before he could get the opportunity to enter the A/B level flight training school and fly light aircraft for training.

When the flight time exceeds hundreds of hours, the pilot can get his own pilot certificate and wing medal.

After that, they still need to enter the C-level flight school to receive training on various types of aircraft, and then they can drive twin-engine fighter jets or reconnaissance planes to the front line.

However, as the war situation became tense and fuel, aircraft and other materials were in short supply, this situation quickly changed. After listening to Goering's report, Mustache simply ordered the disbandment of the C-level flight school, and then the light aircraft of the B-level school were replaced by gliders one after another.

It is said that by the end of the war, the average German pilot had only 160 hours of training before going to the front.

160 hours is still a bit much.

In the eyes of mosquitoes, 80 hours of training time is completely sufficient, and the remaining 80 hours can be trained on top of the enemy's head.

Also save some bullets and electricity.

Gliders are not fast.

As long as you keep calm and follow the method he taught, there will be no problem!

Spending the whole morning, Mosquito explained the basics of flying to his young apprentices.

A few players who have driven a glider or played a flight simulation in reality would interject from time to time to add a few sentences.

In order to deepen his understanding, Mosquito dragged his only four training planes out of the hangar, and let the players who are willing to fly with him sit on them one by one, and he explained the operation of the flight one by one.

Although many people are at a loss when they come into contact with this thing for the first time, but in short, press the switch to the bottom, the speed exceeds the white line, and the joystick is pulled up, right?

When attacking on the ground, use the scale line to aim at the target, and use tracer bullets to correct the trajectory when firing.

It still sounds pretty simple.

After talking all morning, the mosquito's mouth was dry.

At this time, two little players covered in mud walked over from outside the airport.

Mosquito glanced at the two of them, but they knew each other.

One is Makabazi, and the other is bored to fight tigers. Both of them are farming players. They are busy in the fields every day. It is said that the farming level has reached 5.

Although the reward for farming to level 10 is very attractive, there are not many players who really have the perseverance to work hard in the fields.

As for the players like the two of them who played Wasteland OL as a farm simulator, there were very few of them.

Just as he was about to ask the two of them what was the matter, Ma Kabazi raised his hand with a smile.

Coach! Can we practice together?

Boring to fight a tiger: Good brother! Take us!

Yes, we don't refuse anyone who comes! Mosquito smiled, of course he would not refuse the little leeks delivered to his door, but he still felt a little strange in his heart, By the way, don't you two work in the fields every day? Why do you want to learn to open? The plane is gone.

And it's also about strength.

The power department drives a hammer plane.

Isn't it good to go to the artillery team to shoot cannons?

Facing the curious eyes of Brother Mosquito, Boring Hit the Tiger and said with a smile.

We're going to buy a plane to spray pesticides!

Makabazi nodded excitedly: I'm the same as this old man!

Mosquito was stunned for a moment, and just wanted to complain that these guys used his invention to do such an unseemly thing, but soon remembered that in reality, the glider seemed to be used for spraying pesticides...

Scratching the back of his head, Mosquito suppressed the words on his lips.

Okay... Anyway, I will teach you by the way.

Makabazi happily embraced his shoulders.

Thanks bro!

Damn! Can you wash your hands and take advantage of me again! I'm covered in mud!

Mosquito, which broke free, dusted off the mud on its body, and rolled its eyes at the playful Makabazi, What do you want to learn? Just drive? Or do you practice with other subjects?

Makabazi: What subjects do you have?

Mosquito: There are a lot of them. Ground attack subjects include close-air strafing, ballistic correction, and dive bombing—

Before Mosquito could finish speaking, he nodded his head and said: Learn! Learn this too!

Ma Kabazi gave him a strange look: We don't go to the front line, so why learn this?

Boring to beat the tiger excitedly said: Who said that if you can't go to the front line, you can't use it? If you spray pesticides, you can use it! And if there are some wild boars or other alien species that run into the field, we can't catch up with our two legs, just use it! Get on the plane and hammer it!

Makabazi was startled.

Fuck! Awesome!

It wasn't just the Maca brothers who were shocked, but also the mosquitoes standing aside. A second ago, I thought they were not pursuing them, but now it seems that I have underestimated them.

Mosquito held Brother Tiger's shoulders with a look of surprise, and patted him vigorously a few times excitedly, regardless of the mud on his body.

Just for your awareness, I will accept you as an apprentice! Don't worry, brother, I will definitely train you to be ace pilots!

Brother Tiger smiled shyly, and rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

Actually, there is no need to exaggerate so much. Ace pilots are not enough. We can just be ordinary pilots.

Mosquito hey hey.

That's okay, you have to have what others have!

Every student who graduates from me is an ace pilot, and our graduation certificate is the ace pilot diploma!

Don't worry, each of you will have a certificate by then!

Makabazi: Damn! This is also okay?!

Boring to beat a tiger: 6666!

Low-key, low-key, hehe.

Looking at his two new apprentices, Mosquito had a smile on his face.

I didn't expect that there are quite a lot of young players who are eager to learn in this game.

He thought it over.

There seems to be no training institution in this game. Military schools and literacy classes are full of NPCs listening to lectures. The language is not good, and few players go to join in the fun.

However, if you want to be a hardcore player, how can you not learn some skills!

Since everyone has ignored this market, let him be the first to eat crabs!

Everyone who graduates from him in the future will be an ace pilot, and he is the principal of the ace pilot!

...

After the training in the morning, Mosquito disbanded the team and took the four senior brothers under his teacher, hugging their thighs and flying away.

During this period of time, everyone is rushing to the level of the regiment, forming a team to increase the contribution tasks, and strive to rush the level of the regiment to LV10 before the new expansion pack, and upgrade from the F stage to the E stage.

By the way, run in the team.

This game is different from other MMORPGs. There is no real krypton gold equipment, and there is no dragon-slaying sword with a knife of 999 and undead armor with blood-sucking +99%. Although levels and equipment have increased the upper and lower limits of players' combat power, they do not mean invincibility in an absolute sense.

Even if it is the heavy cavalry exoskeleton in the version of the graduation outfit, it is as if a HEAT bomb was received in the chest and you have to go back to your hometown. Even a powerful awakened person would have to lie down if he was hit on the head.

It is said that there was shield technology in the pre-war era, and even different types of shields were derived for different types of weapons.

For example, the nitrogen shield on the manager's hammer can effectively weaken or even block bullets, explosive fragments, and projectiles.

But that is the equipment of NPC after all.

As we all know, NPC equipment is for viewing, and when it can be bought in the store, it will be a few versions later.

Therefore, for players who intend to go to the front line, tacit cooperation with teammates is more important than simply improving the sequence level.

As for lone wolf players who don't like fixed teams and are not interested in socializing, it's not that there is no place to go.

The doors of the first and second corps are open to all players above LV5. There are also many stand-alone parties who choose NPC corps, but they are usually relatively low-key.

Although the NPC Corps is mainly defensive, it will also issue tasks to reinforce the front line and transport supplies during wartime. Completing these tasks can also earn merits and medals.

If you find that you actually have commanding talents during the battle, you can leave the team with your teammates and accumulated merits after the battle, and it is also possible to form your own corps.

For almost every type of player he screened out, Chu Guang designed a gameplay that would allow them to find a gaming experience.

Using the method of the aborigines to manage the aborigines and the players to manage the players is also the position he has always insisted on.

Preparing for the Northern Expedition isn't just for professional combat players, professional life players are also actively preparing for the upcoming new expansion in their own way...

...

On the edge of Honghe Town.

Outside the fence of the Horseshoe Chamber of Commerce, a truck full of goods slowly passed the wooden sentry.

Honghe Town is different from Qingquan City. There is no unified large-scale survivor settlement here. The mine owners and chamber of commerce bosses all enclose their own land, and pass through behind closed doors.

It's just that compared with the local slave owners, most foreign merchants and mercenaries still prefer to live in the homes of the bosses of the chamber of commerce.

Although both are the same black, everyone is more worried about being collared and handcuffed while sleeping in the middle of the night than being emptied of their wallets by unscrupulous merchants.

Few people go to the residences of the slave owners, and there is an endless stream of guests in front of the residences of the major chambers of commerce.

Over time, the latter gradually developed into a post station, and with the increase of the resident population, it gradually became what it is now.

Horseshoe Town is considered to be a larger survivor settlement around Honghe Town, and it is also the one closest to Qingquan City.

However, there is an essential difference between this place and the survivor settlement in the traditional sense.

Generally, small and medium-sized survivor settlements are mostly xenophobic, but the degree of xenophobia is different.

However, here, foreigners account for 80% of the total population.

even more!

Sisi, sitting in the driver's seat, has been observing the passing pedestrians.

Just looking at the clothes, skin color and demeanor, it is impossible to tell who are locals and who come here from other places to do business.

While Sisi was looking at the NPCs, the NPCs standing on both sides of the road were also looking at them.

Especially the truck and the goods piled on it attracted the attention of many mercenaries and merchants.

Why doesn't this truck have a chimney?

I guess it's a battery.

Electric truck?! What if there is no electricity on this road?

Short-distance running is still no problem... I recognize this thing, it seems to be called 'electric mule', made by those blue coats in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City.

The blue gopher in the shelter? No wonder it looks tender and tender.

Wait, you said e-Mule?! The one with 50,000 silver coins?

should be!

Fifty thousand silver coins!

The mercenaries who had been to Dawn City held their breath in unison, and envious expressions appeared on the faces of many of them.

In the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, 200 silver coins can be exchanged for an assault rifle!

That much money is enough to arm a centurion!

What is even more enviable—even coveted is that the back of that truck is carrying a whole load of light and heavy weapons and ammunition, at least twice as valuable as this truck.

What made them even more unbelievable was that there were actually two little girls sitting in the driver's and co-pilot's seats in such a truck full of goods?

Although female mercenaries in the wasteland are not uncommon, they have completely different styles from them.

How did these people get here safely!

I, I always feel that many people are watching us. Sesame Paste, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, whispered while tightening the helmet that hid the cat's ears.

Calm down, if you want to see it, let them watch it. This is a safe zone, we just have to go our own way.

Sisi, who was holding the steering wheel, glanced out the window.

Although Rourou's sequence level is not high, and his combat power is hard to describe, his burly figure is quite intimidating.

Facing a big pyrene bear in heavy armor, even the awakened ones had to walk around.

Coupled with the 10mm caliber Maxim II on the roof, and the tail that can't sit still and always looks around, it is more than enough to deter evildoers.

They've had a smooth journey.

Occasionally encounter people who walk the same way, and basically others walk around them.

The only threat they encountered was a pack of jackals approaching them in the dark.

At that time, only Tail and Rourou were online, and the situation was indeed a bit dangerous.

Fortunately, the tail reacted quickly enough to frighten the approaching wolves by baring their teeth, climbed onto the roof of the car, held the machine gun and slammed it.

After dropping more than a dozen corpses, the wolves quickly withdrew.

There is one thing to say, wolf meat is really unpalatable.

No matter how you do it, there is a fishy smell.

Later, they sold these prey to the purchase station in the garbage city, exchanged some supplies from the local hawkers, and then continued on the road.

Oh! Is this Honghe Town?

It's completely different from Boulder City! No one is afraid of me.

From the moment they passed the sentry post, Tail and Rourou were looking left and right excitedly.

There are square mud houses on both sides of the street, and a row of peddlers selling goods are crowded under the sheds along the street, mercenaries with weapons on their backs shuttle in the narrow street, peddlers holding ropes spit all over the place and buy Home bargaining.

The other end of the rope is sometimes a machine with a crawler chassis, sometimes a cow full of sacks, and sometimes a person—or a bionic person.

Everything here is full of novelty for her.

The production team of Wasteland OL is not making a game!

Instead, an almost real world is created!

This is too nice!

Listening to the meaty speech on the communication channel, the smile on Sisi's face was slightly subtle.

Uh, I think they are actually afraid, but they don't dare to control us...how about you hang a rope around your neck and lead it by yourself?

Rourou immediately protested.

Wait, that's too weird, at least someone will hold it for me?

Sesame paste:……?

Sis: ?

The only one who didn't hear anything wrong with this sentence was the tail. Standing on the roof of the car, she was still immersed in the joy of unlocking the new map.

Sh! Speaking of which, this place is called Honghe Town, why didn't we see the river along the way?!

Siss: Maybe there was before the war?

Tail: Oh! That's how it is! By the way, I heard that there are a lot of bugs here, and there are also big bugs that are tens of meters long!

Bug, bug?! Where?!

The nervous sesame paste nervously held the left wheel under the seat and looked out the window, but saw nothing.

Tail: It's not here, I read what everyone said on the forum!

Sis: Oh! Awesome.

Tail: Damn! Sisi is so perfunctory!

After all, I'm driving. The road here is too narrow...wait a moment. He calmed the energetic tail with a coaxing tone, but Sisi's thoughts drifted to the official website.

It is said that if one goes west all the way, leaving the boundary of the River Valley Province and entering the Luoxia Province, then to the west is an endless sea of ​​sand.

Sounds much more spectacular than this.

It's good to have a chance to take a look.

The trading post in Horseshoe Town is not far from the main entrance.

Sisi parked the truck next to the unloading point, opened the door and jumped out, communicated with the staff next to the unloading point in non-standard human language, and soon a few porters came to help them unload the truck. The cargo was unloaded.

The checkout was done by a man in a leather jacket with a brown scarf around his neck and a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

Sis noticed that his left arm was a mechanical prosthesis, but judging from the mottled rust, it should have been used for a long time.

Before walking to the side of the goods, the man consciously extinguished the cigarette and stuffed it back into his pocket, apparently intending to continue smoking for a while.

LD-47 rifles, 88mm mortars, 20mm light cavalry guns, and KV-1 exoskeletons and ammunition are all what we need. But before I give you an estimate, I need to know what you want? Slaves? Or mines? ? Spot? Or coupons?”

VM will translate some keywords.

Combining his own understanding and the strategies on the official website, Sisi generally understood what he said, and answered in a concise tone.

Mine, spot.

The man raised his eyebrows.

Do you have a quotation?

Sisi didn't speak, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to him.

Before setting off from Dawn City, she had browsed other players' posts on the forum, and had already learned about the market here in advance, and calculated the materials she planned to purchase in advance and made a list.

She thinks it would be more efficient than going to the scene to pick and choose, haggling with the locals who spoke a lot of dialects, and finally being seen as a slap in the face by a layman or causing unnecessary misunderstandings.

The man took a look at the list and frowned slightly.

Copper, nickel, zinc, and sulfur are all easy to talk about, but platinum...we don't have it in stock, and you may have to wait until tomorrow. Or I will pay you for the platinum part with coupons, and you can take the coupons to the nearby mine. You can also pick up the goods.

Sisi frowned, and shook his head after thinking for a moment.

Other goods are delivered from stock, and platinum is sent to the military base of the new alliance.

The man looked at her twice in surprise.

Are you from the new alliance?

Sisi replied succinctly.

Yes.

There was a little more fear in his eyes, the man accepted the list without saying anything, and called his porters to start loading the goods.

Back beside the truck, Sisi looked at his teammates and said.

Changes in plans, no stock of platinum, we have to stay here overnight.

Live here? Tail asked with sparkling eyes.

Of course, go back to the nearby save point... By the way, can you fall asleep here? It's so noisy here. Sisi said helplessly.

He opened the tail of the VM and turned over the map. It seemed that he still didn't know where his military base was.

Sesame paste asked curiously.

What's that platinum for?

Sisi replied casually: The order from the chemical plant should be a catalyst for acid production. It is probably intended to expand the production capacity of nitric acid.

Tail: Acid production?

Siss: For the production of smokeless gunpowder.

Rourou looked at Sisi in surprise.

You still understand this?

Sisi's expression was a little subtle.

Emmm... I didn't understand at first.

I understand everything after playing this game.

...

at the same time.

Horseshoe town center, chamber of commerce headquarters.

The man sitting in the office frowned slightly as he watched the inventory list handed over by his subordinates.

Sulphur, copper... and platinum, have all the inventories bottomed out?

The subordinate standing at the desk nodded.

Well, most of them were bought by caravans from Qingquan City.

The man thought for a moment, got up and walked to the wall, looked at the map on the wall and thought for a long time.

His eyes fell on Xizhou City in the north of Qingquan City, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he clenched his fist subconsciously.

Very good!

The new alliance is going to take action against the Bonechewer Horde!

If they successfully capture Xizhou City, the Snake Clan stationed in TS City will fall into a passive situation of being attacked from both sides.

At that time, the pressure on Honghe Town will also be reduced a lot.

Of course, he saw much more than that.

If the war machine in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City is fully activated, they will make a lot of money!

My lord? The subordinate looked at his back and asked in a low voice.

Averting his eyes from the map, the man didn't explain anything to his subordinates, but only gave a brief order.

Raise stocks of sulfur and copper, go down.

Trying to restrain his excitement, the man returned to his desk, took out the communicator in the drawer, and called the mine owner who had been supplying them.

my friend.

The opportunity to make a fortune is here!