This Game Is Too Realistic

died?!

Hearing the news of the death of his confidant general, Cohen, who was sitting behind the desk, was stunned for a few seconds, and then angrily punched the desk.

Why did you tell me now!?

These days, he just took over the affairs of the Falcon Kingdom, and he is struggling with the reconstruction after the war.

The industrial facilities that General Claes had spent more than ten years running were destroyed by the alliance. Those people didn't even spare the machines and engineers in the factory, and they all moved to the neighboring town of Bicester.

Just after dealing with the property disputes in the capital, he immediately discovered that the old king's treasury was so poor that it could run out of rats.

Before he could finish solving this problem, the bad news came from the direction of the desert.

Wali……

Think of that promising young officer.

Cohn clenched his teeth, almost rubbing sparks between them.

Looking at Governor Cohen in the holographic projection device, Captain Adria looked anxious and hesitated for a while before continuing nervously.

As I told you before, shortly after we arrived in the Great Desert, we were attacked by a group of unknown armed forces who called themselves the Enlightenment Society. Commander Wali... died at the hands of those people.

Worried that the five-star ten thousand husband would get angry, Adria didn't dare to stop, and continued speaking quickly without taking a breath.

However! We have identified the murderer... Her name is Zhuang Lan, and she is a resident of a shelter.

Cohen cursed angrily.

Where is that man! Bring that guy to me! I swear he will regret coming to this world!

Adria said nervously.

The alliance has caught her, but the group of idiots didn't keep a close eye on her and let that guy run away. I originally wanted to catch the murderer and report to you, but her anti-reconnaissance ability is too strong, and our people didn't catch up ...

Cohen narrowed his eyes.

Is the alliance intentional?

Adria said with a wry smile.

I don't know...but they don't seem to have a reason to do so. They also paid more than a hundred casualties in the sneak attack of the Enlightenment Society.

Cohen snorted coldly.

Regardless of whether the league let the guy go, it would be very difficult for him to trouble the group of blue gophers with this matter.

But then again, what is the Enlightenment Society?

There is even such a thing as a phaser gun...

Closing his eyes and leaning back on the chair, Cohen organized his thoughts for a moment, especially the clues about Vault 0 and the Torch Project reported by Captain Adria.

After a while, he spoke.

...Have you got the original plan of the Torch Project?

Adria nodded nervously.

I got it... including the manager's log. The company didn't keep it alone, and copied a copy for us.

Cohen thought for a moment, and ordered.

Bring those data and the pangolin back to Triumph City immediately... report the situation of No. 0 Vault to the Marshal, and His Majesty the Marshal will make a decision!

Although he was uneasy about those guys who called themselves the Enlightenment, it wasn't his job after all, and he had more important things to deal with than that.

Governor... Your Excellency.

Seeing Adria's hesitant expression on his face, Cohen frowned slightly.

What else is there?

Adria hesitated for a long time, lowered his head and whispered.

The Judgment airship...is in trouble.

Cohen froze for a moment, sat up straight from his chair, and asked anxiously.

What do you mean?! Fault? Didn't you tell me before that it's just a small problem that won't affect much?!

He remembers it well.

Although the phase cannon can paralyze the deflector shield and anti-gravity device formed by the graviton, it will not affect the hull structure of the airship.

Adria also reported this to him before—Although the airship landed from a high altitude due to the influence of the phase gun, the crew on the Judgment minimized the damage of the hard landing through excellent and exquisite driving skills. It can be fixed in a week. '

It's been a week, how did it become something went wrong? !

Adria explained with a bitter face.

I didn't expect it to become like this. My engineer told me that it was just a small problem at first, but the problem became more and more fixed...

At the beginning, his engineer promised him that he could fly just by changing the wing. However, after they replaced the wing, they found that the connection between the wing and the airship, and even the entire piece of structural steel, were damaged to varying degrees. cracks.

Cohen stared at him intently.

The core of the frigate is not damaged, is it?

No! Absolutely not! Facing the murderous sight, Adria immediately said, The core of the frigate is normal! The damage is only the hull of the airship...

Maybe they should learn from the alliance and get a large parachute and buffer airbags for the airship.

However, the chance of encountering phase cannon attacks is too rare, and the buffer compartment inside the airship is sufficient to deal with ordinary crashes.

To convince the Air Force Equipment Manufacturing Bureau and the logistics department because of an accidental accident... I am afraid it will not be an easy task.

Cohen took a deep breath, suppressed the anger and soaring blood pressure in his heart, and said in a calm tone as much as possible.

how long it takes.

Looking at the holographic image in front of him tremblingly, Adria whispered.

...Some accessories need to be sent from the west of the Great Desert, at least three months.

Cohen: I %￥#@!

...

late at night.

The camp not far from the industrial building was brightly lit at the moment.

The players dragged the tables one by one to the open space in the middle of the camp, and set up a cauldron of stewing meat and a barbecue stand beside them.

A few strength players were busy skinning the newly captured mutated stag and hyena, and a few players who were not afraid of death surrounded a strange species they had never seen before to test the poison.

What the hell is this? It looks weird... Father Silver took a stick and poked the furry alien lying on the ground curiously.

This guy is black all over, a small one, covered with uneven layers of hair, and has round eyes like light bulbs. It is too small to say that it looks like a monkey, and it looks like a bat without wings. A pair of sharp fangs look piercing, and its ears are ridiculously big.

No one knows where it came from. It is said that a certain player picked it up at the door and threw it here.

Really not sure whether this thing can be eaten, Silver Sword threw it aside and said with a sigh.

Hey, if only Lao Na was here!

The Silver Hand said with a playful smile.

Persecution of Lao Na again!

The silver sword gave him a blank look.

What is persecution! This is making the best use of everything!

Father Baiyin couldn't help laughing. .

Hahaha! You want to laugh at your father to death!

The two cursed almost in unison.

roll!

The little guy tilted his head and imitated howling.

roll?

Father Baiyin's eyes lit up, and he moved closer to stare at the little thing sitting on the ground.

Hey?! Can this ugly thing talk?

The Silver Sword and Silver Hand looked at each other.

Did you hear that?

without……

Tch, you two are useless things, you will miss it if you put the SSSR-level god pet in front of you!

Glancing at it with disdain, Father Baiyin knelt down and patted its head with a playful smile.

Ugly thing, call me daddy - ouch!

Before he finished speaking, he was hit on the nose, and while he was falling backwards, the ugly thing threw himself on his face, kicked hard with his hind legs, jumped to the ground, and disappeared in a flash .

The Silver Sword hurriedly supported the good brother who fell backwards, and the Silver Hand at the side didn't care about him at all, and went straight to chase after the sneaking SSSR-level pet.

Fuck! Are you okay??

Father Baiyin covered his nose with his hands.

The grass... is swollen.

What's swollen?

Baiyin's father let go of his hand with a bitter face.

My nose...

Seeing the nose as big as a ping-pong ball, the Silver Sword let out a snort, and let out a heartless laugh.

Pfft ha ha ha ha!

In the end, the little guy was caught by the Pangolin comrade who happened to be passing by. Because it didn't look good, he gave it back to Father Baiyin.

Enduring the soreness of his nose and the strange eyes, Father Baiyin took the little guy to Meng Liang, the researcher on the boat, but unfortunately, the thing he picked up was not some SSSR magic Baby, it's just an ordinary alien.

Its teeth were slightly poisonous, just in case, Meng Liang gave this unlucky brother an anti-inflammatory injection.

Because the pronunciation of its call is very similar to roll, it is included in the official illustrated book as rolling beast, and it is not recommended to eat.

In order to retaliate against this guy for embarrassing himself, Father Baiyin named it ugly thing, but due to the opposition of his good brothers, he was forced to change it to briquette.

That little thing does look like a briquette.

Baiyin's father still had a little hope in his heart.

What if?

What if it becomes awesome when it grows up?

An ugly duckling can turn into a swan!

He doesn't expect it to grow a bunch of tentacles like Xiaoyu, but at least it's better than the depreciating wholesale goods like Death Claw, right?

If it doesn't work, it's good to be able to ride.

Stuffing a piece of cut meat into this guy's mouth, Father Baiyin sighed leisurely.

Calballs, you should eat more, the future of the Silver Corps is counting on you.

The briquettes that were biting the pieces of meat tilted their heads.

roll?

Father of Silver: ...%￥#@!

This ugly thing can't be saved!

Although there were some small episodes, but in short, thanks to the poison test of the physique players, the delicacies that can be served on the table are basically the kind that can be eaten without any problem, and there is no big problem.

In addition to those foods that are not normal or have a special appearance, there are also some normal delicacies occasionally.

For example, mashed potatoes exuding a milky aroma, bread baked with garlic and salt, fried rice with chopped sausage and diced carrots, grilled double-headed beef steaks, and unlimited beer and red wine.

Chu Guang confiscated a lot of good wine from King Falcon's wine cellar before, and it just came in handy now. Originally, he didn't like to drink, so he waved his hand and gave benefits to the players and NPCs.

Some survivors stood beside the camp, watching the lively people curiously, and joined in one after another under the instigation of the atmosphere.

Don't know what they're doing, but it seems like the food and drinks are free.

Looking at those people who seemed to be celebrating something, Rama who followed Chu Guang was full of surprise in his eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice.

What are they... doing?

Looking at the burning bonfire, Chu Guang's mouth curled into a smile.

Celebrating the birth of a new settlement.

Hearing this sentence, the surprise in Rama's eyes became more obvious.

After hearing the story of the Pioneer from Chu Guang, she thought that Pioneer City was a heavy name, but it didn't seem to be the case.

Glancing at Rama, Chu Guang probably guessed what she was surprised about, so he added something briefly.

We seldom grieve outside of funerals, and the people we commemorate probably don't want us to be depressed for them all day long, but carry on with their ideals.

Rama nodded blankly, obviously not understanding.

Chu Guang didn't explain, just smiled and said.

Don't always follow me, go enjoy the celebration... Tonight's food and drinks are free, if you are not interested, go to bed early.

Tomorrow I will explain to you what you are going to do.

After speaking, he walked alone to the place reserved for him by the players, leaving Rama standing there at a loss.

As the manager of the Alliance, the Marshal of the Alliance Expeditionary Force, the honorary captain of the Iron Heart... he naturally had to sit at the head of the long table.

The faction boss has to look like a boss.

This is also part of the player's sense of substitution.

Chu Guang, who was sitting at the top, poured himself a glass of the strongest wine.

Looking back at those pair of fiery eyes, he held the fiery wine glass, raised it high to the players and NPCs present, and said in a solemn and sonorous voice.

Cheers to the future of Pioneer City!

Excited shouts responded to him.

cheers!

Long live Pioneer City!

Long live the manager!!

Long live the alliance!!

The preparations are over, and the banquet officially begins. The noise is endless, and people's laughter and the sound of toasting can be heard everywhere.

The city named after the former partner will be the fourth survivor settlement established by the Alliance after Fallen Leaf City, and it will also be another overseas enclave of the Alliance after Bicester Town.

The warriors from the alliance are offering congratulations and blessings to the newly born Pioneer City in the form of a celebration, and at the same time, they are also a farewell farewell to the partners who are about to part ways.

The Heart of Steel has been repaired and will be on its way back tonight.

The vast majority of players will return to Dawn City with the Iron Heart, but there are still more than a hundred players who decide to stay.

They will continue their unfinished tasks, explore the undeveloped ruins in the Eastern Industrial Zone of the Original People's Union, and search for the whereabouts of the Enlightenment Society active in this area.

Although this means that you may miss the wave of next spring, Wasteland OL itself does not stipulate how to play it.

Even skipping the main storyline, there are plenty of things you can do.

As for archiving, don't worry about that.

Chu Guang has ordered the transfer of one hundred dormant capsules from the airship to the surface.

The alliance's infrastructure assistance to the Lion Kingdom and the Honey Badger Kingdom is not only roads and railways, but also power grids and communications.

Especially the communication one.

At present, the easternmost signal tower of the alliance has been plugged into Bicester Town, and the pioneer city will also erect a cauldron for sending and receiving signals in the near future.

Although the signal in the great desert is unstable, there are always times when it is stable. After the dormant cabin finishes scanning, it is enough to transmit the data back when the weather conditions are suitable.

Reduce the frequency of death, rotate the use of save points, one hundred hibernation pods, and hundreds of players' save needs can still be met.

As long as you follow the team, saving files is never a difficult task...

Just when the Alliance was celebrating the pioneering city, Captain Adria was having a headache for nearly a thousand marine soldiers, flight attendants and many officers returning with the airship who were trapped in the desert.

The problem of food is easy to solve. The Arbiter carries a lot of supplies, and the Falcon Kingdom is not too far from here, so it's over when it's delivered.

However, apart from eating, almost everything is a problem!

First of all, the airship needs a comprehensive overhaul. The marine soldiers and flight attendants who originally lived in the airship had to withdraw from the airship and set up camp.

There are no natives nearby that can be recruited, and there are only a few laborers on the airship. Although camping is a compulsory course for Marine Corps soldiers, the young soldiers on the Judgment and the Marine Corps soldiers on the Iron Heart are completely different things.

The latter at least have to fight wastelanders, and often fight off the supply line. Picking up trash and building tents is a piece of cake, rubbing guns and bullets is commonplace, even the lathes for processing hardware tools and even the furnaces for making iron. Take it with you.

The former, on weekdays, is parked at the airport of Triumph City together with the Adjudicator, and there is no chance of foreign combat at all, otherwise there would not be a situation where the combined marines and crews would only have a thousand people.

As for bringing some slaves from the Falcon Kingdom to serve them...

Even if the mobilization ability is not considered, there are not many young men left in that kingdom.

It's not enough to just be able to do it. What they need now is someone who can do the work.

Too many captives stayed in Bicester Town, and those strong young men would rather eat dirt in the desert than go back to be their cattle and horses.

Adria had the cheek to ask Cohen for help, but the latter turned black immediately after hearing his request, and hung up the phone after saying that he could find a way.

Ever since, even without the experience of surviving in the wild, the five hundred marines could only drive ducks to the shelves and bite the bullet.

Fortunately, they did not forget what they had been taught in the military academy and the new barracks. After a busy meal, they set up tents one after another.

Looking at the crooked linen tents in the ruins, Adria's brows twitched uncontrollably.

His adjutant ran to his side and whispered nervously.

One hundred tents short...

Adria rolled her eyes.

How could there be such a difference! Call me the logistics officer!

It has nothing to do with the logistics officer, it's mainly because there are more people... the adjutant explained dumbfoundedly, and at the same time glanced quietly in McClen's direction.

Adria understood what his adjutant meant in seconds, but McClen who was standing aside obviously didn't understand.

The shabby living environment reminded him of the short time in the Union POW camp earlier.

Thinking of revisiting that heart-wrenching memory again tonight, his complexion turned ugly, and he couldn't hold back his yin and yang words.

...Your level of camping is amazing.

We only prepared enough tents for us...

Considering the aristocratic status of this man, Adria saved him some face and said it very tactfully, but McClenn didn't appreciate it and complained relentlessly.

I don't think that's the problem here.

Upon hearing this, Adria's temper also came up, and she satirized back unceremoniously.

No way, our tents are enough. Who would have thought that there would be hundreds more guys who were defeated and needed to be served by others when we went back.

McLenne's face froze.

Seeing that this guy was about to turn into anger, Adria couldn't speak too seriously, and looked at the adjutant aside with a dark face.

I'm going out for a walk.

After speaking, he walked out of his camp with a few personal guards.

However, there was no good place to go around. He walked around outside twice before walking towards the alliance's camp unconsciously.

Last week, the business and the academy were still there, and he and McClenn lived in the Union camp.

Why not...

Going to borrow another night?

He didn't have any psychological burden, anyway, he didn't lose to the alliance.

Looking at the camp not far away, Adria was thinking about how to talk about it, but before he got closer, he suddenly smelled the fragrance of barbecue, and subconsciously sniffed.

What caught in the wind was not only the smell of barbecue, but also the noisy sound, which made him swallow his saliva reflexively, and couldn't help frowning again.

What are those people doing?

The guard next to him looked bewildered, and seeing the officer's eyes signaled, three people were quickly separated and ran forward to check.

Adria waited for a while.

Soon, one of them ran back from the front.

Report! The Union soldiers seem to be celebrating the establishment of a new settlement.

New settlement?!

Adria had a bad premonition in his heart. Are the residents of the alliance still planning to stay here and not leave?

Although this is a land without owner and he didn't have any reason to make irresponsible remarks, he still had a bad premonition in his heart.

This feeling of déjà vu once appeared in his mind when the League was determined to go to Bicester Town.

What the hell are those blue gophers planning to do? !

Take me over there to have a look. Adria said seriously.

The soldier stood at attention.

yes!

Walking forward quickly with a group of personal guards, he quickly saw the two personal guards who had been sent before, being entangled by two alliance soldiers at the moment.

One of them was probably drunk, and he extended his hand to one of his personal guards with a smile.

Yo, Big Nose, come in and have a drink together? Hahaha, hiccup... go and call your pangolin here too! Just say... his uncle Hei looks down on him and wants to make a gesture with him!

Pushing away the hand touching his chest, the Willant soldier said with a dark face.

Who knows if you have poisoned the wine!

I curled my lips in the darkest disdain.

Tch, do you think we are the same as you?

The Willant soldier stared.

What do you mean?

What? Gestures? I glared at him the darkest, then looked at the debtor Dayan next to me, Help me beat this guy up!

Lian Dayan drank a little, but didn't drink too much, and shook his head like a motor.

Don't fight, my intelligence department, you go to the construction site guy.

I am the darkest: Damn! What a shame!

Big eyes in debt: Zhuo! What the hell are you doing? Go ahead!

stop!

Seeing that the drunkards of the two alliances were about to do it themselves, Captain Adria hurriedly quickened his pace in fright, and yelled at the two of them.

There's no way, his bodyguard is too close, he doesn't want to ignore it.

If this is involved, whoever can tell clearly, and whoever fires a shot, the ceasefire agreement will be signed in vain.

However, what Adria didn't know was that the two of them actually had a good relationship, they were just joking, and they had no intention of doing anything at all, not to mention a perception department and an intelligence department, even if the two weak chickens really did it, there would be no problem .

Staring at the big nose, I didn't recognize this face the darkest, and asked impatiently.

Who are you?

The indebted big eyes also stared at him.

Exactly! Why are you yelling so loudly!

Staring at the two shelter residents who didn't know how to behave, Adria said with a straight face.

Where are your managers?

I rolled my eyes the darkest.

What does it have to do with you?

What about Mr. Wan?

His buddies are still commanders-in-chief!

Don't overwhelm people with levels!

Not wanting to get entangled with these two drunks, Adria resisted the urge to get angry, took a deep breath to calm down, and slowed down his speech.

Speak to your manager for me, and say that Captain Adria has something to discuss with him... You don't want to be punished by your chief because you missed the job.

As soon as I heard it was serious business, I put away my hippie smile and waved my hands the darkest.

Hey, let me tell you earlier... I will wait at the door for you.

With a murderous gaze, Adria watched the two guys limping towards the gate with their shoulders crossed.

After waiting in the cold wind for a long time, he finally waited for someone to come out of the gate of the camp.

Adria straightened his collar, but after seeing the man clearly, his face turned dark.

He thought that the manager of the alliance would come out to meet him in person, but he didn't expect that it was those two drunks who didn't know how to behave.

I am the darkest: Hi... our manager drank too much, he said that we can talk about something tomorrow. He also said that the room you had before has been reserved for you, so you can go and make it a night if you don't mind it.

Adria was overjoyed, and the previous unhappiness disappeared immediately, but he was embarrassed to express it on his face.

Too much to drink? Oh, he said with a straight face, snorted through his nose, and said in a neutral tone, then let's talk about it when he sobers up!

This wine smells strange.

Two bottles in a while.

Thinking in his heart, Captain Adria made a sign of reluctance, waved his hands, and walked towards the gate of the camp with a group of personal guards.

Looking at the backs of those big-nosed men walking towards the camp, I suddenly remembered something and yelled behind him again.

Oh, by the way, our manager seems to have said something, saying that just by looking at your kennel, you can tell that it's not a place for people to live in, let me—

Before he finished speaking, he was covered by the big eyes on the side.

Are you stupid, why did you say this?

I am the darkest: Woooooooooooooooooo!

Hearing the sound coming from a distance, Adria almost didn't fall, and speeded up her steps with a dark face, pretending not to hear.

The guard beside him gritted his teeth angrily, but seeing that the officer didn't respond, he could only let it go...