This Game Is Too Realistic

The mutants entrenched in Jinhe City have long been accustomed to attacks by the Iron Tower Organization, and this time it seems to be no different from the last time.

Both sides dropped more than a dozen corpses, and after a big fuss, it ended hastily.

However, as Chu Guang guessed, the local mutant tribes are different from those in other places, and there are more guys who are good at calculating.

Three armed trucks were blown up, and nineteen mutant soldiers were killed, including a centurion who was 30% incarnated.

For a group of guerrilla soldiers whose equipment is patchworked together, the battle damage is obviously suspiciously high...

next morning.

On the messy streets, there stood a burly and majestic giant.

He is more than three meters tall, and his body is as strong as a wild bear. His skin is green and black. Half of his body is made of granite-like muscles, and the other half is steel soaked in grease and mottled rust. At first glance, it is difficult to distinguish whether it is driven by flesh and blood. The steel is controlled by the steel, or the steel is controlled by the flesh and blood.

His name is Qi Gann, the leader of the secular faction of the Qi tribe, not only the strongest of the entire tribe, but also the undisputed supreme authority.

Looking at the miserable corpse in front of him, his brows were twisted into two clusters of centipedes, and he didn't know what was brewing in his flickering pupils.

At this time, an old mutant with a stooped figure and patterned cloth strips on his shoulders walked half a step beside him and spoke softly.

Missiles, Gauss rifles, power armor, and aircraft... These sophisticated things don't seem to be the handiwork of those stragglers. It's probably because the humans in the north are eyeing us.

The old man's name is Qi Gomo, the high priest of the Qi tribe, and he is over a hundred years old.

In the Qi tribe, although most of the elderly priests belonged to the ancient Ancestral Sect, this Gomo was an exception, completely on the side of the younger Secular Sect.

And this is one of the reasons why he can replace those highly respected old antiques, become the high priest of the tribe, and gain Gann's trust.

Where are they? Gann asked in a deep voice.

There wasn't a trace of ups and downs in that voice, but Gomo could still hear the anger brewing in it.

He knew the gentleman too well.

After all, he watched the child grow up...

Gomo's eyes moved slightly, and he said in a very soft voice.

I heard that a few days ago, the apostles of the Church of the Torch went to a place called Dust Town in the north of Jinhe City to preach, but there was no news of them.

In the entire surrounding area of ​​Jinhe City, there should be only a place called Chenchen Town that has not been embraced by the holy flame. Even the Pine Fruit Farm has become a puppet of the church, and that village has only two or three hundred households. Impossible to be alone...

It is clear.

Someone helped them.

And who those people are is self-evident.

After understanding Gomo's oblique remonstrance, Gann's mouth curled up into a cold smile, and the scarlet gums exuded a bloodthirsty and cruel aura.

Ogg.

After his words fell, a tall, burly mutant warrior in heavy armor strode up to him, knelt down on one knee, and said softly.

What is the order of the leader?

Gann took the map from Gomo and glanced at it, then threw the map into the hands of the mutant warrior named Ogg, and ordered in a steady voice.

You take five centurions and go to the inhabited place in the north called Dust Town to avenge your brother.

The humans there—

Not one left!

The Church of the Torch hopes that they will take it from the sheepfold in a restrained manner, but since there is no sheepfold there, there is nothing to say.

This is a necessary deterrent.

He wants those who are disrespectful to remember the price of disobeying them.

Hearing about avenging his brother, Ogg's eyes immediately filled with fighting intent and anger, and he grabbed the crumpled map in his hand.

Ogg!

Leaving the leader's side, Ogg strode towards the convertible off-road vehicle parked by the side of the road on a shooting star, and yelled at the driver to drive to the military camp several kilometers away.

Soon, a group of mutant soldiers, who looked sloppy but were unambiguously equipped, assembled at the door. There were about 500 Wuyang Wuyang soldiers.

Standing half up from the convertible off-road vehicle, Ogg grabbed a thigh-thick rifle and raised it high, roaring loudly and rudely.

Ogg!!!

Take you to slaughter that cowardly and ugly two-legged worm!!

That rough roar seemed to carry a strange magic power, igniting countless pairs of pupils looking up at him.

A group of mutant soldiers standing in front of the door raised their hands high and shouted excitedly and rudely for the imminent killing.

Ogg!!

In the Qi tribe, names are endowed with special meanings.

Only warriors who are recognized by the leader can be given writable names, and only warriors who have made enough military exploits can put the tribe's surname in front of their names.

Shouting your name in front of the battle means betting your honor and your oath of victory.

And shouting the name of the general is a response to the oath!

Let's go!! Ogg waved his fan-big hand violently.

Under his simple and rude orders, the mutant soldiers climbed onto the heavy truck screaming and screaming.

Those who didn't squeeze into the truck ran behind the truck with a grunt, as if rushing to a banquet in a wine pool and meat forest, for fear of running too slowly and falling behind.

Overloaded trucks with welded rams and steel plates crawled like snails, leading a crowd of green heads and black muzzles to the suburbs.

Eight armed off-road vehicles were cruising on the two wings of the large army, and the space inside the vehicles was filled to the brim with pieces of muscle as big as steamed buns.

I have to say that the mode of this march is also quite Goblin style...

But these Oks obviously didn't notice that a drone was hovering above their heads and had been staring at them for a long time...

On the other side, Dust Town, fifty kilometers away, is shrouded in a thin morning mist at this moment, and it is still peaceful and peaceful.

The survivors living here have never seen a big guy like the Viper transport plane that can fly and breathe fire, and they all regard the players coming down from above as the heavenly soldiers sent by the emperor.

The local residents seem to have formed a set of logic, or beliefs, that can be justified, and believe in the emperor who saved them and the big-horned rat and big-horned deer gods under the emperor...

What the hell is the emperor?!

Knowing the situation in the town from the mayor, Ye Shi grabbed the garbage man and asked, And how did I become a Primarch?!

Mr. Picking Garbage stared at me next to me in embarrassment and wanted to take a quiet look.

You have to ask this guy.

I think Jing Jing also had a delicate face, coughed and said.

I was just kidding, I didn't expect them to take it seriously...and Primarch, don't you think it's cool?

The strongman glanced at him with difficulty and dissatisfaction.

Cool hammer! Originally, this group of unscrupulous people believed in the big horned rat, but you are the only one who talks a lot, and stuffed a bunch of messy things.

I think Jing Jing suddenly became unhappy.

What is a mess? I suspect that you are not loyal!

It's hard for a strong man to spit.

Bah, human stuff!

Looking at the arguing one person and one mouse, Fang Chang looked away with a subtle expression.

Maybe our game inventory is different.

He couldn't get the point of their argument, and he couldn't get into their topic at all.

Suddenly remembered something, Garbage Lord hurriedly pulled Ye Shi and asked.

By the way, I almost forgot. What about the fertilizer and seeds I asked you to bring? There are also tractors and so on.

How could that thing be put on the plane?!

Ye Shi rolled his eyes, but seeing the anxious look on this brother's face, he sighed and said, Don't worry, I'll get you a truck, it should arrive in a few days.

real?!

The amber pupils lit up immediately, and Jun Jun, who had been slumped a second ago, smiled happily, hooking Ye Shi's shoulders with a chuckle.

Thank you brother!

You're welcome, give me a ride next time.

Hey, it's not impossible to call me Dad.

%￥#@!

A group of people were bragging, and the two Viper transport planes that returned to Boulder City last night suddenly dragged two arcs out of the edge of the forest.

The high-speed plasma plume blew up a large cloud of dust, dragging two jet-black fuselages and slowly landed in the center of the town.

The Emperor is above!!

Seeing the uniquely shaped plane, Qin Baitian, the mayor of Dust Town, clenched his fists excitedly, and when he recovered, he quickly took the lead and knelt on the ground.

Seeing this, the residents who went out to watch the excitement also prostrated themselves on the ground, praying and worshiping the plane.

Twenty exoskeleton-clad players jumped out of the cabin.

They were all wearing K-10 Iron Wall heavy-duty exoskeletons, and they were holding a long brick-shaped rifle in their hands that was ridiculously large.

The thick caliber is like a shortened 20mm riding gun, but compared with the heavy exoskeleton on their bodies, it doesn't look too abrupt.

Looking at the residents crawling on the street, the leader Midnight Killing Chicken was stunned for a moment, unable to be overwhelmed by the three kowtows and nine kowtows.

OK?

Just when he was at a loss, a familiar voice suddenly came from not far away.

Fuck?! Brother Chicken?!

Seeing the leader who killed the chicken at Midnight, Ye Shi opened his eyes wide in surprise, stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, and continued with a playful smile.

Long time no see, stop cutting down trees?

Although I can occasionally see it on the forum, I haven't seen it in the game for a long time.

During the entire Battle of Luoxia Province, the Jungle Corps hardly participated in the frontal battlefield, but was active in the northern border of the alliance, hunting for the alien species that nested near Dawn City, and tracking down the border between the River Valley Province and the central part of Luoxia Province. Xiong clan henchmen.

Surrounded by mountains and mountains, there are no roads to pass through, and supplies can't pass where people go, but this is obviously not a problem for Brother Midnight.

A group of strong men of the strength department, each with a felling axe, forcibly split a road in the jungle.

In the process, they also discovered many survivors who hid in the mountains and forests in order to avoid the Bone Chewing Rebellion, and naturalized those windfall population into Dawn City. soiled.

Among the many gameplays of Wasteland OL, the tree-cutting style represented by Brother Midnight is a unique gameplay.

Although this gameplay is a bit boring, and there are very few players who can persist, this long-term process of tempering the body is a good way to upgrade for the strength system, not much worse than training on the battlefield or on the construction site.

His current level is LV34, only 2 levels away from Lao Bai.

If it wasn't for the reckless fighting style and the slightly higher battle damage rate, I'm afraid he would have been ranked TOP1 in the power system.

Seeing Ye Shi's brother who hadn't seen him for a long time, Midnight Slay Chicken smiled honestly.

Yes, it is still necessary to cut down trees, but the manager asked us to cut them in another place, so we will switch defenses with Brother Spring!

Seeing the big guy in his hand, Ye Shi asked curiously.

What are you doing, why haven't I seen it in the store?

XB-1 'Growler' bolt gun! Fires 19mm bolt bombs! Seeing the envy in the eyes of the players, Midnight Slay Chicken patted the guy on his hand, and said happily, This thing is probably the largest caliber in the league at present. It is a light weapon... This equipment is still being tested, and we are here for this.

What the hell?! Bolters?

Hearing this introduction, I thought Jing Jing stared straight at her eyes, her obsessive expression almost had the word want written on her face.

He also had an envious look on his face, but he gave up helplessly after taking a look at his small body.

The gun was as big as his whole mouse, so the goblin-tech equipment was more suitable for him.

It would be nice if the mosquito dude didn't come around so often.

Good guy... 19mm?! You call this a gun?!

The Picheng paratrooper standing next to the chicken killed at midnight said with a smile.

This thing is really powerful. We tried it, and a steel plate as thick as a thumb can explode! It's just that the ammunition load is a bit low. The magazine can only stuff 20 rounds in, and the double drum drum only has 50 rounds. Even if you wear an exoskeleton, you can carry three drums.”

Ye Shiyi stretched out his hand enviously and touched it.

Brother, give me a break.

Xiao Xiao laughed and the bookworm patted his shoulder with a smile.

Don't even think about it if you are a perception system. This thing needs at least 30 points of strength, or you have to wear a heavy exoskeleton.

Ye Shi: Damn! Can't I wear an exoskeleton?

Midnight Kill Chicken looked at Ye Eleven curiously.

What about your power armor?

I heard that this guy showed off a lot during the few days in Boulder City, and he didn't feel sorry for the electricity. He almost welded that thing to his body.

Ye Shi scratched his head and said awkwardly.

...The blood bar has dried up and turned yellow, so I sent it back for overhaul.

Xiaoxiao laughed at the bookworm: Hahaha! My condolences!

Ye Shi, who had already endured a round of teasing on the forum, sighed.

Damn... I'd better change to lighter equipment next time.

The flight last night took his power armor back, and the maintenance bill was as high as 100,000 silver coins, which was enough to buy a Type 6 heavy cavalry exoskeleton.

Having learned the lessons of the last battle, he plans to refer to Fang Chang's suggestion to get a lighter exoskeleton, and then adjust some optical camouflage, nitrogen jet and other plug-ins.

This is more suitable for his style of playing black guns.

Stop talking nonsense, where is Lao Bai? I have something to ask him.

While talking, Midnight Killing Chicken took a look behind Ye Shi, and happened to see Lao Bai and Kuang Feng coming from the direction of the gate of the town.

I'm here, long time no see.

Saying hello to Midnight Shaji, Lao Bai looked at him and continued with a serious face, I'm sorry to tell you the sad news, you came at a bad time, we have to move.

Xiaoxiao smiled and the bookworm froze for a moment.

Transfer?

Um.

Feng Feng, who was next to Lao Bai, nodded, and continued, I saw in the sky just now that the mutant tribe in the urban area has a new movement. A large number of mutant soldiers have assembled and are heading towards our direction forward.

Hearing this sentence, everyone showed surprised expressions on their faces.

Especially Trash Jun and the strongman and Jing Jing, the three guys were dumbfounded on the spot.

He swallowed, and asked in a trembling voice.

……how many people?

Kuangfeng: At least five hundred.

Ye Shi took a deep breath.

Hey...this is more than what we encountered last night.

The strong man patted his forehead, with a distressed expression on his face.

This is really over.

Before recovering from what Kuangfeng said, Quit Smoking asked in a dazed expression.

Wait, how do they know we're here?

Kuang Feng shook his head, and was about to explain, when Ye Shi rolled his eyes and hurriedly said.

No, it's obvious. Those green-skinned muscular guys are just more irritable and not blind. The whole Jinhe City is not surrounded by those church lunatics, let alone a few days ago. What a shame, that missionary named Zhang Zhengyang is still in prison!

Fang Chang glanced at Ye Shi unexpectedly.

Good guy.

This kid has made progress.

In short, the current situation is like this. We need to start organizing the transfer of residents immediately. We have about half an hour to pack things. Communication equipment and archiving tools must be taken away. Food can be taken away as much as possible...

After giving orders to the brothers in the regiment, Lao Bai then looked at the silent Trash Brother, and said seriously, Trash Brother, I will trouble you to explain the situation to that NPC... Please.

Although he himself can communicate with others, his prestige in the local area is obviously not as good as a certain talking lizard. Now is the time to race against the clock, but there is no time to lose.

OK.

Even though his mood was full of complexities, Mr. Garbage knew very well that this was not the time to be willful, so he nodded slightly.

Walking to the side of the bewildered mayor Qin, he explained the situation to the old man concisely and ordered the transfer.

The old man couldn't believe it at first, and asked several times if it was true, but seeing that the god lord didn't look like he was joking, he finally abandoned his unrealistic fantasy, gritted his teeth and trotted to inform everyone we went.

Thanks to the two planes just now, many people walked out of their homes to watch the excitement, and the news quickly spread throughout the town.

But even so, when they heard that those murderous mutants were coming, everyone was so frightened that their faces changed.

The houses were full of tinkling noises, men and women quarreling, and children crying. The peace and tranquility of the past seemed like a dream.

Looking at the chaotic street, after holding back the silence for a long time, he finally couldn't help but speak.

Can't... just keep it?

He knew that the fortifications here were a little hip, the one-meter-high low wall and dozens of rifles couldn't stop the mutants.

But he still couldn't bear the thought of throwing it away.

Taking a look at the newcomer, Fang Chang could probably guess what he was thinking at the moment, but he still told the truth.

It's hard.

We have too little time for preparation. It is only 50 kilometers away from the city. They will be here soon, and our large troops and logistics are still on the way. Even if we repel their first wave of offensive , will soon be submerged in the second and third waves of offensive.

Besides, this place is already considered a plain. There are neither enough fortifications nor enough weapons and ammunition reserves. The most realistic way right now is to move 50 kilometers north and re-establish an operating base in a higher mountainous area.

Sorry, we may have dragged you down, Lao Bai lightly patted the shoulder of the newcomer, and said with a soft sigh, The only thing we can do is take away the residents here.

Quietly raised her head, with a bitter expression on her face, she shook her head slightly.

Don't say that... Even without what happened last night, the Torch Church wouldn't let this place go. Without you, we would be gone on the first day.

No matter how strong Garbage Lord is, he is still enough to deal with a hundred lunatics with automatic rifles...

Half an hour passed quickly.

The residents of the town had finished packing their luggage, and stood at the gate of the town with their bags and their families on their backs. The adults are carrying the burden, and the old people are holding the children. Their eyes are full of fear, helplessness and bewilderment.

Leaving the land they depend on for survival, they don't know where to go next, let alone how to live next year.

But mutants are coming here, and they have no choice but to flee.

If the predators can negotiate, then in the eyes of mutants, they are basically no different from livestock.

The men were killed almost on the spot and made into jerky, and the women were put in cages whether they were fifty or five.

With a complicated expression, he glanced at the small town behind him and the residents standing at the door, and Mr. Garbage suddenly made up his mind and walked in front of Lao Bai.

I intend to stay.

Probably because he wanted to go with him, the strong man followed beside him, paws on his tail and sighed quietly.

It's rare to think of going with this stupid lizard...I'll stay too.

I think Jing Jing also stood up.

Count me in.

Lao Bai glanced at the three of them in surprise, his expression gradually became serious.

Think it through...it's no different from sending you to death.

I wanted to quietly smile embarrassedly, scratched the back of my head and said.

It's okay...Anyway, I have already saved files with your equipment, three days or three days. And if someone is disconnected, I can help you buy more time to retreat.

In the past, he didn't particularly understand the extraordinary feelings that A-test players have for the alliance.

It's obviously just a game, but they will completely stand on the standpoint of the alliance, put themselves in consideration of the interests of the collective, and even take the risk of not being able to save files to do some things that have no end in sight.

But now, he suddenly understood.

Although they are not natives of this virtual world and have no blood relationship with the NPCs, this is their home built brick by brick.

Just like Minecraft, the props in the backpack are never the players' archives, but the home that they built together.

And it was the same with him at the moment.

Whether it's the stone bricks that pave the road or the windmills hanging on the mill, every plant and tree here records his memories of the past six months.

He still clearly remembers that when he, Garbage Lord, and Strong Man Nan first came here, there was only a crooked gun tower and a piece of thatched huts that were not even shacks, a group of predators who ate people without spitting out their bones, and a group of skinny hungry people .

Now they managed to lead everyone to lead a normal life.

If anyone wants to destroy this place—

Then try it out.

Even if he is just a rookie, he will try his best to use this life to delay them for at least two seconds!

Lao Bai stared at him for a while, confirmed the determination in his eyes, nodded, took a 20mm riding gun with a modified receiver and magazine from the hands of the brothers next to him, and stuffed it into his hand.

Subconsciously took over the heavy firepower, quietly felt his arms sinking, and looked up at Lao Bai in surprise.

Lao Bai looked at him and said.

LD-47 isn't very effective against mutants, use this instead.

Grasping the big guy in his hand, he said quietly and moved.

Thanks……

Lao Bai smiled and said.

You're welcome, you bought us time to retreat, but we should thank you.

Hey, don't be so hypocritical, I'm so embarrassed! Garbage Jun patted Lao Bai on the shoulder, grinned and said, It's hard to kill predators, it's still exciting to be a mutant! Wait for me on the official website If you don’t want to kill twenty or thirty of them today, the master’s name will be written backwards!”

Seeing the three people bid farewell to everyone, Midnight Killing Chicken, who had been silent all this time, suddenly let out a heroic laugh.

Haha, how could such an interesting thing be missing from us!

Mr. Garbage took a look at Brother Ji.

What's wrong with you?

Seeing the surprised crowd, Midnight Kill Chicken grinned.

Almost forgot to tell you.

We are here to die!

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(I haven’t seen Zhang Shuo these days, it’s better not to get used to it if no one reminds me. _(:зゝ∠)_)