This Game Is Too Realistic

Damn... Are these dogs crazy?

Inside a half-collapsed residential building.

Standing in the open-top bathroom without a ceiling, Ye Shi held a binoculars in his hands, staring dumbfounded at the street three hundred meters away.

It is five o'clock in the morning, the sun has not yet risen, but the sky is already bright.

I saw about fifty marauders closely following a truck with welded steel plates, and there was one—no, to be precise, it should be four machine guns on the carriage!

I don't know if it's because the 12mm heavy machine guns are not enough, the looters of the Ya clan also connected the light machine guns in series, and connected them in a row with iron wires, steel bars and screws.

This made Ye Shi couldn't help but think of the quadruple-packed Maxim that he had seen in the movie. It was similar to this thing.

The only difference is that one is water-cooled, and the other is slightly advanced air-cooled.

But intuition told Ye Shi that these predators probably didn't learn from film and television works, but from the quadruple anti-aircraft card of the Skeleton Corps.

7mm machine gun anti-aircraft...what kind of genius came up with the idea. Fang Chang couldn't help but complain.

Lao Bai, who was sitting on the side eating wheat cake, said with a smile.

Don't tell me, if the supply of this thing can keep up, the density of firepower might scare people to death. It only takes half a second for the wooden plane of Brother Mosquito to get down from the sky.

Kuang Feng touched the bridge of his nose with his index finger.

...in terms of effect, we probably really hurt them that night.

Ye Shi, who watched the patrol disappear at the street corner, put down his binoculars and sighed.

That's what I said, but it's a bit uncomfortable for them to be together now.

The AI ​​in this game is very smart.

Not only will it cut the player's leeks, but it will also adjust the AI's action strategy in real time according to the player's game behavior. It turned out that the predator, who could only stare blankly at the plane, also DIYed the anti-aircraft weapon under the name.

What is that called?

right!

machine learning!

It is indeed the only fully immersive virtual reality online game in the world, and this AI technology is also very strong.

Lao Bai, who was eating the cake, said calmly.

Don't worry, the Ya clan is dispatching troops to the front line recently, we just need to keep an eye on their tanks.

At present, the Burning Corps has been broken into pieces and scattered in the urban area. It is still a bit difficult to rely on a four-member team to face the Centurion that is tough on the Marauders.

But that's okay.

They can call in air strikes.

Usually, the predator's tanks are hidden in the underground garage, but now they are all moving to the front line. They don't need to go up and confront the tanks head-on. As long as they lock the approximate location of the tanks, the players who fly the plane will naturally give them a surprise.

In just one week, the Burning Corps had called for air strikes and scrapped four Conqueror 10s, and another one was not scrapped but was paralyzed by the bombing.

Without the support of logistics supplies, with the hands-on ability of this group of barbarians, they can only repair a track at most. As for the damaged engine or even the oil pipe, it is basically the same as scrapping.

It seems that there will be no tanks passing by this street today. Fang Chang glanced at the time on the VM, and the sky not far away had turned pale.

Lao Bai threw away the paper that wrapped the wheatbread, and got up from the floor with his rifle in hand.

Find a safe place to go offline.

While talking, there was a soft creaking sound from downstairs.

The four were immediately alert.

Lao Bai quickly moved to the entrance of the living room, stretched out half of his body to support the stairs. Immediately afterwards, the gust released the Firefly drone, which flew out from the damaged ceiling and landed outside the residential building.

Ye Shi said in a deep voice: I didn't sense the killing intent...the other party probably didn't notice us, or they weren't sure where we were.

Searching... Feng Feng, who was operating the drone, suddenly paused and froze for a moment.

I saw a slightly immature face hidden in the window downstairs, and it was hard to tell his gender from his unkempt appearance. Fengfeng can only judge that he is not very old, even considering the impact of malnutrition on development, he is seven or eight years old at most.

Those dark eyes stared motionlessly at the drone outside the window, and their pupils were filled with apprehension, nervousness and curiosity.

He probably thought he was hiding well, but he didn't know that the camera could see the situation in the room clearly.

It should be a local survivor...a child. As he said, Gufeng synchronized the drone's screen to his teammate's VM.

Fang Chang asked cautiously.

Anyone else around? Or a weapon?

There were quite a few juvenile soldiers among the predators, and he didn't relax his vigilance just because the opponent was a child.

Gale shook his head.

I didn't see it... I haven't seen such a thin predator yet.

Alert lifted.

At least temporarily lifted...

Lao Bai breathed a sigh of relief, put away the rifle in his hand, and turned off the safety.

This game is too realistic in some places.

Even if the dream filter filters out most of the sensory stimuli beyond the tolerance limit, for players with a strong sense of substitution, the behavior of crossing the boundary will still feel mental discomfort.

Like seeing looters throwing people into frying pans...

If possible, he really didn't want to treat someone younger than him as a rival.

Patting Fang Chang on the shoulder, Lao Bai said.

Let's go, ready to change places.

It was daylight.

It is impossible for the Predator's tank to come out during the day, and there is no point in continuing to squat down. It is better to go offline and go to the official website for a while.

However, all the players are online at this moment. From 6:00 p.m. to 12:00 p.m., the official website belongs to Cloud Players.

During this period of time, they fought night battles every day, and their schedule was completely disrupted...

Go to the stairs.

Lao Bai suddenly remembered something.

By the way, the airdrop box last night hasn't been recovered yet, let's pick it up before going offline.

Ye Shi asked curiously.

Didn't you say that you are not in a hurry to recycle?

Lao Bai didn't answer this question, but took out the large bag of green wheat cakes left in his backpack and put them on the floor.

I've changed my mind.

Fang Chang sighed.

It's better not to take the game too much into reality. In the setting, there are at least five or six thousand survivors in this city. The airdrops can't help them at all. I really want to pull them out of the dire straits , it’s better to get rid of the predators as soon as possible.”

Lao Bai smiled.

I know, you just take it as my self-satisfaction.

A group of people left.

Hearing voices from upstairs disappear.

The boy crept upstairs to see if there was any garbage left by the New Union soldiers for recycling.

For example, things like bullet casings can be exchanged for food at the stronghold of the resistance organization.

But the boy didn't hold out much hope for the cartridge case.

All night yesterday, these people didn't fire a single shot. It would be a ghost if there were any bullet casings left.

Since the raiders came, the survivor settlements have been destroyed one after another, and the survivors were either captured as slaves or hid underground. Since there is no farmland, they can only grow some fungi that do not require much light, or go outside to find wild green wheat, croissants, or even eat soil and gnaw bark.

Originally, they could have survived like this, but unfortunately, the plague recently broke out in Xizhou City, and the mushroom fields have suffered a serious reduction in production. Wild crops such as green wheat and croissants have almost disappeared from Xizhou City. The stronghold of the resistance organization has encountered an unprecedented survival crisis.

In the past, everyone could receive very little relief food, but now even nutrition cream has to be picked up in the trash to replace it.

The boy originally wanted to join the guerrillas. He heard that the guerrillas were in charge of food, but he was too young, and the other party didn't even look at him, so he had to go to the street to pick up waste with a sack.

Fortunately, soldiers from the new alliance have joined the battlefield one after another. These people are not only better equipped than the guerrillas, but also have a good habit of wasting.

These people never picked up the shell casings that fell on the ground. Sometimes when encounters happened suddenly, they didn't collect half of the dry food and threw it away.

The guerrillas urged them to recycle the bullet casings on the ground. 20 copper bullet casings can be exchanged for 100g of nutritional cream. Sometimes the boy couldn't help thinking that if only he could go to the new league if he had the chance.

People in the New Alliance don't even want bullet casings that fall on the ground. There must be endless garbage in their homes.

Up the stairs, the boy was about to grope into the next room.

At this moment, he suddenly smelled a fragrance.

Sniffing, the boy searched for the scent.

Seeing the green wheat cakes on the ground, a pair of dark eyes instantly widened. He was so hungry that he jumped on it immediately, grabbed a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

A feeling of happiness spread between his lips and teeth, and an unbelievable expression appeared on that sallow face.

He couldn't tell what it tasted like, and he had never eaten such a delicious green wheat cake... By the way, is this really green wheat cake? Why is there a smell of oil, and there is no oxalic smell at all!

How did you do it?

Are these people the messengers of the Great Horned Deer God? !

Finally swallowing the food in his mouth, the boy stared greedily at the bag of green wheat cakes on the ground, didn't continue to eat, and carefully put them into the sack.

Go back before dawn.

After staying outside for a long time, my sister will worry...

Silently thanking those generous people in his heart, the boy carefully put away the remaining wheat cakes, got into the narrow gap like a rabbit, and left the apartment in a flash.

He didn't know why the soldiers of the new alliance kept these delicious delicacies.

It was as if he didn't know at this moment that there were four pairs of eyes following him behind him.

By the way... is it really okay for us to follow a child? Ye Shi asked with a strange expression.

Fang Chang did not answer the question directly.

In other words, he didn't answer from the perspective of Ye Shi's question.

We make a bold assumption, assuming that an NPC's behavioral logic is to go out for food, so if enough food is collected, what is his next step?

Ye Shi was stunned for a moment.

...bring food home?

Correct answer! Fang Chang snapped his fingers silently, and said with a smile, As long as we follow him, we can find his home.

Ye Shi held his forehead.

I said you... you won't even want to rummage through other people's scavengers' boxes.

Kuangfeng also said something.

I don't agree with this kind of behavior, and feel guilty for a few silver coins.

Fang Chang coughed.

When did I ever say that I wanted to rummage through other people's boxes? Do I have such a dog?! I'm just curious about where he lives. Aren't you curious?

Ye Shi and Kuangfeng looked at each other.

Didn't you say you lived underground?

Well... It is written in the background information on the official website that the survivors of Xizhou City hid underground to deal with the predators of the Bonechewer tribe, and formed resistance organizations and guerrillas.

Fang Chang said with a heartbroken heart.

That's right! You also know that they have established a resistance organization, rational analysis, organized, shouldn't there be a fixed stronghold? A survivor settlement is at our feet, and we have been on the new map for more than half a year. It’s been a month, and I still don’t know where it is! Aren’t you wondering what it looks like?”

Kuangfeng froze slightly.

A wave of rational analysis...it can indeed be analyzed in this way.

Hey, I just want to do a good thing. Why do you have to make the problem so complicated... Lao Bai scratched the back of his head with a headache, Forget it, what you said makes sense.

It would certainly help them if they could connect with local resistance groups.

It is strange to say that they have been here for more than half a month, and the local resistance organization has never contacted them.

Is it because the program settings require players to find out by themselves?

Are you going to recover the airdrop box later? Ye Shi asked.

I won't accept it. It will be dawn soon, and we will accept it when it gets dark... Let's go meet the resistance organization here first, Lao Bai stretched out his hand from Fang Chang's tactical hanging bag, and took two bags of green wheat cake , Two packs for me.

Hey! Take the one from my backpack, I'm hanging it on my chest to block bullets. Fang Chang reflexively ducked to the side, covering his chest with his hands.

Lao Bai couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

This can stop a hell of a bullet!

Ye Shi: Hahahaha.

The wind coughed dryly.

Don't lose people... let's go.

A group of people followed the boy, crossed two streets, walked for about two kilometers, and came to the entrance of a half-collapsed subway station.

The boy stopped at the entrance, looked around cautiously, and slipped in through the entrance.

Fang Chang and his party followed behind him, passed through the ticket gate of the subway station, and entered the tunnel from the platform.

There are a lot of rats here, and the abandoned carriages are filled with darkness, countless, and they are not afraid of people, and even bark their teeth at people.

The boy pulled out a steel bar, waved it wildly a few times, drove the mouse away, and then immediately ran towards the depths of the tunnel.

Could these be the little brothers of the troubled brother? Ye Shi who was following behind whispered.

You're thinking too much about him...don't worry about these mice, don't lose your target. Intuition told Chang Fang that they were almost there.

The boy stopped in front of a green-painted iron door, stretched out his hand and knocked rhythmically on the door a few times.

Not long after, the door opened quickly.

The boy dodged in and disappeared from the tunnel.

Like it never existed.

...That should be the entrance to the underground settlement of survivors in Xizhou City! Fang Chang's face was full of excitement.

New map!

A hot post with 10W+ likes has arrived!

Lao Bai touched his chin.

I'm thinking how should we greet them, just go up and knock on the door? Or say hello first?

Kuang Feng thought about it.

I think it might be better to reveal your identity first.

When Lao Bai and Kuang Feng were discussing how to greet each other, Ye Shi's expression suddenly changed slightly, and he held the semi-automatic rifle in his hand.

somebody is coming!

Almost as soon as the voice fell, footsteps came from the back of the tunnel.

I saw a group of men with simple and unkempt clothes appearing near the platform of the subway station. They carried iron-pipe rifles on their backs and woven bags in their hands. Judging from the shriveled bags, today's harvest should not be very good.

When they met the eyes of Lao Bai and his group, the group of people were obviously stunned for a moment, and then immediately shouted in panic, loading the iron-barrel rifles in their hands.

The tense atmosphere suddenly heated up.

Putting his index finger on the insurance, Lao Bai glanced at the weapons in the hands of those people, and gave his good brother Fang Chang a look.

Fang Chang understood, lowered the muzzle of his gun and took a step forward, shouting in a couplet of people he didn't know very well.

We are the paratroopers of the new alliance! We are here with a peaceful purpose, I hope you calm down!

Paratroopers of the new alliance? !

Aren't they at war with the marauders?

How come here.

The group of people standing at the entrance of the tunnel were obviously stunned. They obviously didn't expect the people from the new alliance to be here.

Maintaining the aiming posture, the man in the lead shouted nervously.

...How can we trust you!

Fang Chang said concisely.

It is our greatest sincerity to keep you standing. If you continue to aim at us, don't blame us.

Stop!

The green-painted door opened.

A man in a leather jacket stepped out.

Standing beside him were two guards holding automatic rifles, followed by a boy who was holding a bag in his hand and was looking anxiously at the four people in the middle of the tunnel.

Lao Bai looked at the boy, then at the man in the leather jacket. The sharp-edged face seems to be cut out by a knife, and the sharp pupils are easily reminiscent of the jackals that can be seen everywhere in the wasteland.

is a master.

Whether it is experience or strength.

Lao Bai made an evaluation in his heart.

And while he was observing that person, that person was also looking at him with apprehensive eyes.

Wu Chengyi, the mayor of Hope Town and the captain of the guerrillas, what is your name? the man asked himself.

Old Bai. Lao Bai didn't know how to say the idiom [白骑过暴] in conjunction with people, so he used the nickname everyone gave him.

Wu Chengyi didn't find it strange that this name obviously didn't resemble his real name.

There are names for everything in the wasteland.

It doesn't matter what it's called.

Are you from the new alliance?

Lao Bai, who was not good at Renlian, cast a look of help at Fang Chang, and asked him to guess based on his expression and demeanor combined with the context, but it was a bit difficult for him to communicate normally.

'What should I do? '

'Let me do it. '

Seeing the embarrassment of the good brother at a glance, Fang Chang took over the conversation, cooperated with the translation function of VM, and spoke.

Yes, we are loyal to the new alliance, loyal to the administrator, fighting for the revival of civilization, and are currently at war with the Bonechewer tribe... I heard that you are the same, we just thought that the enemy of the enemy might become a friend, so we don't Please come here.

Is the enemy of the enemy a friend...

Not necessarily so in the Wasteland.

An enemy's enemy may become a friend if he is evenly matched. If there is a huge difference in strength, it may become the other party's spoils.

Most of the survivors in Xizhou City have a good impression of the new alliance, and even hold an unrealistic vision, but Wu Chengyi is very clear that there is no free lunch in this world.

As the leader of the resistance organization, he needs to consider more things. It is extremely dangerous to trust strangers easily before he understands the other party's motives.

Wu Chengyi stared at Fang Chang and continued.

Last question, what do you think of us?

What do you think?

Fang Chang froze for a moment, then understood what the man in front of him wanted to ask, thought for a moment and said.

You are a group of...brave people, at least you haven't surrendered. Of course, this is just my opinion. If you want to ask the manager for his opinion, you might as well ask him directly.

Wu Chengyi was slightly taken aback.

Is there any way you can get in touch with him?

Fang Chang gave him a strange look.

Of course, our radio station can contact the rear at any time.

Hearing these words, joyful expressions appeared on the faces of everyone around.

After exchanging a few words with the guards beside him in a low voice, Wu Chengyi signaled the guerrillas to put away their guns.

Walking in front of the players alone, he stretched out his right hand.

...Thank you for lending a helping hand to us, and please forgive us for being wary. We have witnessed too many deaths of our compatriots in the past six months, and it is difficult for us to trust any stranger easily.

Fang Chang held his hand and shook it.

understand.

After a pause, Wu Chengyi continued.

About your proposal just now, I have considered it.

Please allow me to speak to your managers.

...

New Union Barracks.

Chu Guang, who was sitting in the command room, was looking at the report sent from Qingshi County.

The survey work of the copper-molybdenum deposit has been completed, the construction equipment has been delivered, and the mining and smelting of the copper mine are already in progress.

As of last weekend, the new alliance's copper, molybdenum, sulfur and other industrial raw materials have been able to achieve self-sufficiency.

The railway for transportation has also been laid from Yuanxi Town to Qingshi County.

In the past few days, Chu Guang paid special attention to the speeches of those professional life players who were sent to the Geopark to explore mineral deposits on the forum.

Judging from the photos they took and the content discussed by other cloud players, those mining equipment left over from the early Renlian era shocked everyone.

Especially in terms of industrial design.

Although more than 300 years have passed, the mining equipment used as antique exhibitions has long been unusable, but the design ideas of some equipment still brought them a lot of inspiration.

The shock of sudden enlightenment from the professional field was far more intense to those small geological players than solid hydrogen and X-4 fibers.

All the little players involved in the exploration work couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

The business of this game company is too extensive!

Master, there is new news from the Burning Corps you sent to Xizhou City. Xiao Qi's voice came from beside my ear.

Putting down the report sent by the logistics department, Chu Guang asked casually.

what news?

Xiao Qi continued.

Your player has contacted a local survivor. A man who claims to be the leader of the resistance organization wants to talk to you.

The resistance organization in Xizhou City?

To be honest, in his original plan, he considered using the power of local survivors to deal with the Ya clan.

But that was a few versions ago.

Since the cards in his hand are enough now, there is no need to support the local resistance organizations. Raising them too fat will affect the subsequent recruitment.

However, since they took the initiative to contact him...

This may be a good opportunity.

The index finger tapped lightly on the table, Chu Guang thought for a while, and then said.

Make an appointment with them for me.

Alright, master!

As an assistant, Xiao Qi was as reliable as ever today, and immediately went to help him arrange a conference call time after the voice fell.

Picking up the tablet on the table again, Chu Guang turned to the last document.

【Xizhou City Industrial Zone Development Plan (Draft)】

After thinking for a while, Chu Guang added a line to the title.

[...and the reconstruction plan for the new recovery area and survivor settlement]

The large number of survivors in Xizhou City, coupled with the captives of the marauders, cannot be absorbed by the population capacity of Dawn City at one time.

The best way is to build a new settlement and house those survivors in situ.

It just so happened that he planned to transfer heavy industry from Qingquan City to Xizhou City, which is farther away from Jushi City.

Looking at the document in his hand, Chu Guang nodded in satisfaction.

This cake...

Both gamers and natives should like it.