This Game Is Too Realistic

The drum-like explosions and gunshots stopped at some point.

Not long after, black smoke billowed in the direction of Dust Town.

The residents walking on the mountain path involuntarily stopped, unloaded their burdens, and crawled towards the direction of the town.

Big Horned Deer God is here...

I hope the big horned rat is safe and sound.

Emperor bless.

From the messy prayers, it is not difficult to see how nonsense their beliefs are.

However, the heart that prayed for the peace of the warriors was not a bit false.

Seeing the same black smoke, Zhang Zhengyang, whose hands were tied to the bullock cart by a rope, was relieved, and there was also a hint of secret joy.

The honorable bishop did not give up on him!

Their allies have sent to rescue him!

However, he didn't write the thoughts in his heart on his face, he just shrunk his head submissively, for fear of being noticed by the survivors, and vented his anger on him.

Looking at the residents prostrating on the ground praying, Lao Bai, who was walking in front of the team, stopped and tapped his helmet with his index finger.

Ten minutes rest.

We'll wait for them for a while.

It is more than 20 kilometers away from Dust Town, and there is basically no need to worry about being chased by the forest and hills that are difficult for vehicles to pass through.

Thanks to the time bought by the brothers of the Jungle Corps, they had enough time to move to a safe area.

After about three to five minutes, the residents of Dust Town got up from the ground one after another, patted the dust off their bodies, and picked up their bags on the ground again.

People's moods were low and there wasn't much communication.

But Lao Bai could see something other than sadness and hesitation in their eyes.

He had seen those things in the eyes of the residents of Dawn City...

Keep going.

Lao Bai swung his right fist.

The transferred team pulled into a long snake among the mountains, meandering forward, heading towards the resettlement point hidden in the mountains.

At the same time, a small silver fixed-wing drone ended its circle and glides along the predetermined track to the side of an abandoned farm in the north.

The two guard scouts who were waiting there quickly stepped forward, folded and recovered the drone, and brought it to the Viper transport plane parked near the farm.

two hours later.

The memory of the drone was sent to the Jushi Building, and the battle video and weapon data were recovered and uploaded to the server.

The office on the top floor of the Boulder Building.

Ibbers, standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, watched the battle video from beginning to end.

After about two or three seconds, he sighed quietly and pressed the close button, talking to himself.

I have to admit that even ugly organisms occasionally show highlights other than death...

beautiful.

According to the computer simulation results, the Iron Wall exoskeleton plus the Growler bolt gun can at most pull a human soldier's combat effectiveness to the same level as that of a mutant.

That is to say, when both sides use infantry armor, thermal weapons, and there is not much difference in tactics and numbers, the one-for-one battle loss ratio is relatively close to the data of the deduction results.

After all, the mutants themselves are the by-products of the singularity technology of Gestalt life forms, and their existence itself is the crystallization of biological technology.

Even if the soldiers of the Jungle Corps are all awakened, without additional support, it is not easy to play a one-for-three record.

However, the final battle loss ratio reached one to ten!

Ibers has no doubt that any regiment in Boulder City, even at its peak, cannot have such a high combat effectiveness.

Twenty against more than five hundred...

Even if it is a team composed of X-16, it may be a matter of minutes to be submerged.

The data is too beautiful, but it loses its reference value...but your bravery is worthy of being collected by the server forever.

Swiping his index finger on the floor-to-ceiling windows, Ibbers dragged the battle records and various data into the file folder for filing.

This is the first battle of the XB-1 Growler bolter.

It was also the most shocking new weapon experiment in a century.

Thinking that those guys were all dead, Ibers had a rare trace of regret on his face.

Although you may not have a chance to hear it, I still want to tell you.

Your death is worth more than most living organisms.

But he didn't expect the soldiers of the alliance to be so good at melee combat. His original suggestion was to retreat when he got close to a safe distance of 10 meters.

How about giving them melee equipment like a chainsaw...

...

[Branch line: The first test of the bolt gun task is completed! 】

[Requirement: Fight with a mutant team of more than a hundred people. 】

【Ibers: Most of your dead organisms are much more valuable, I am looking forward to the next cooperation with you!】

【Evaluation: S+】

【award:……】

At the same time when the players of the Jungle Corps received the task rewards, the official website of Wasteland OL was full of excitement.

Jun Jun, who was honorably offline, typed on the keyboard, vividly describing the danger of the situation at that time.

Including how he unleashed a unparalleled killing in the middle of the group of green-skinned muscular guys, including how he took the head of the giant mutant in the crowd.

Listening to his abstract description of taking out a head with his left hand, and another head with his right hand, people who don't know may think that he wiped out a centurion.

Finally, someone couldn't help asking how many people were killed in total, and Mr. Garbage told the truth quite honestly.

Hearing only twenty, there was a long series of boos immediately below the post.

Master Ao Nai I He: Hehe, I'm ashamed to brag that there are only twenty. When my brother went to Southeast Asia to do business, he accidentally met a group of drug dealers. There were hundreds of them. Those guys are all tall and big. , holding an AK and a big pineapple, but was pierced by my brother with a dagger, and I later found out that it was a local warlord.

Picking up trash level 99: Cut, your hundred drug dealers are worthless in the wasteland, and even the predators may not be able to beat them!

Irena: I think you've already lost the moment you discuss it with Brother Yeao. (Funny)

Elven King Fugui: Did I remember wrongly? Isn't his brother a special soldier who went to the south to perform a secret mission? (Funny)

Makabazi: Hahahaha! I remember too!

Irena: Then here comes the question, what did Ye Ao brothers and ancestors do. (Funny)

As usual, Brother Ye Ao still ran away without saying a word, giving no chance of laning at all. One can't help but wonder if this guy is secretly playing with his phone under the table.

Back to the post itself, unlike cloud players, most players have seen how fierce mutants are.

Especially the old players of A test.

The impression of the terrifying resilience of mutants is almost etched in their minds.

So when Jun Jun said that he took 20 heads, even his teammates didn't believe this KD.

I wanted to call it a lie quietly, but even more so, I yelled that this guy would force the two heads he took onto himself, which made the garbage man's nose crooked.

It wasn't until Midnight Killing Chicken also came down that his name was rectified.

The guy really wasn't bragging.

If it wasn't for the last big guy who was so fierce that he could knock down a tree with one kick, I'm afraid he could kill more.

That guy has a name, and he can be regarded as a purple elite monster.

Trash picking level 99: ...Hey, when it comes to misery, you are still miserable. Twenty sets of 'Iron Wall' exoskeletons, not counting those bolt guns, add up to 300,000 silver coins, right?

Although he also lost a set of Hunter exoskeleton, but that thing is a mount equipment, in fact, it is not very expensive, if you lose it, you will lose it.

Isn't the game just for fun?

Anyway, he was happy, and his believers kept it, not to mention someone who lost more than him.

This life is worth it!

Midnight Killing Chicken: Oh, you said that exoskeleton and rifle... Those things are mission props, and they will break if they break. Anyway, we didn't spend money to buy them.

Pilt City paratrooper: +1, have you forgotten, we usually wear the KV-1 and Miner I with welded steel plates.

Voldemort: Goblin technology is the best in the world! (Funny)

Picking up trash level 99: ???

Task?

WTF? !

Garbage gentleman is stupid.

Seeing those three question marks, Midnight Killed a Chicken and typed to ask.

Did you not receive the mission?

Picking up rubbish level 99: ... what task. (Confused)

Killing Chicken at Midnight: The mission of the giant stone military industry. Didn't I say it at the beginning, we are here to die.

Picking up trash level 99: What the hell?! Are you serious!?

Killing Chicken at Midnight: Yes.

Seeing this yes, Mr. Garbage almost spat out a mouthful of old blood on the screen.

Brother Ji did say this at the time, but he only thought that guy was pretending to be aggressive, and didn't take it to heart at all.

After working for a long time, is there really such an outrageous task? !

Thinking that the garbage man didn't believe it, he continued to type at midnight.

The branch line of Jushi Military Industry, let's challenge '20VS100' to see how many we can kill. There are mission props that can be used for free. I originally planned to save them for later, but I just caught up with the opportunity...Anyway, I rated S+ and gave silver coins That's a lot.

Makabazi: Hahahaha!

Irena: Garbage Lord: The seed of injustice is actually myself. (Funny)

Elf King Fugui: My heart hurts, if I were a garbage man, I would have passed out crying in the toilet. (Funny)

Picking up rubbish level 99: I'm going to go to %￥#@!

Chicken Killing at Midnight: (Silly laugh)

The mole on the run in the canyon: One thing to say, the loss of this equipment is really uncomfortable, and I feel distressed when I see it. I think we can have an insurance function, similar to EVE, which returns a certain percentage of isk when the ship explodes, and returns 60% or more if the exoskeleton explodes. Seventy percent of the silver coins, and then some automatic rifles and other weapons do not need to be insured.

Irena: Then here comes the question, based on the damage probability of the player's equipment, what percentage of the total equipment price should the insurance premium take? (Funny)

Canyon Mole on the Run: Well, that's definitely a problem.

If the premium is too high, the insurance loses its meaning. And if the premium is too low, with the almost simulated economic system of Wasteland OL, the alliance might go bankrupt on the spot.

He had always been interested in private insurance.

But this kind of business that gambles against the obvious risks, no matter how he calculates it, will end up bankrupt in the end.

After all, how turbulent a player is, he is a player himself, and he knows best in his heart...

...

While the forum was full of chatter, nearly 300 residents of Dust Town and the Burning Corps finally arrived at the mountainous area at the junction of River Valley Province and Jinchuan Province.

The terrain here is dangerous. There is only a winding mountain road to the south, and a river 50 to 60 meters wide to the north. Steep rock walls stand in the water, and a bridge built during the Renlian era is in the middle.

Although the roads on both sides have been basically erased by the years, the nameless bridge still stands in a good structure, but the whole is slightly crooked.

It is estimated that it was caused by the subsidence of the ground below the bridge piers.

But in the wasteland, this dangerous bridge is not in the way.

This is already the only way to go.

The alliance's supply truck was parked at the bridgehead, and the players of the Burning Corps were busy unloading supplies and cooperating with the accompanying logistics personnel to carry out construction on the base of operations.

Before the sentry towers and machine gun positions, they need to widen the road at the bridge head so that ammunition and weapons can be sent in smoothly.

With the current situation, it is difficult for the truck to turn around.

Just looking at the road conditions across the bridge, Ye Shi really didn't know whether to admire the driving skills of these guys or the factory of the alliance.

This can drive the car over, and I am afraid that it will be no problem to get an A photo in reality.

Long time no see! Where's the trash guy? Are you hitting the street again?

Seeing Lao Bai and his party, Killing Dagger walked up to say hello with a playful smile, and then saw the dark crowd behind them, with a surprised expression on his face.

It wasn't just him who was surprised.

The survivors in Dust Town were also shocked when they saw his hands the size of iron pans. Several timid children nervously hid behind their parents, and some young ones even cried aloud.

Murderer Dagger looked embarrassed.

He couldn't figure it out anyway, he was not as scary as Junk Jun, but seeing one or two of his NPCs was like seeing a ghost.

But in order not to frighten the children, he still pretended to hide his two big fists behind his back, looked at Lao Bai and asked in a low voice.

Why are there so many people here?

Lao Bai shrugged helplessly, and was about to explain, but Ye Shi, who was following him, rushed to answer before him.

They are all believers in Junk Lord.

Murder Dagger: Pfft...

Kidney Fighter: Believers are okay.

In short, it's basically like what Ye Shi said, Brother Trash, please take care of them. Lao Bai continued succinctly, Besides, there are mutants on the opposite side, even without Brother Trash's request, we can't leave them alone.

That's true... The Murderer Dagger nodded in agreement.

Mutants, that's not human.

Although this is nonsense, it is very appropriate to describe what they did. Comparing the tribe of predators with the tribe of mutants, they are all insignificant.

Lao Bai has already reported to the manager about the matter of Dust Town.

Although the Alliance has no spare capacity to take care of a group of refugees 700 kilometers away, especially Dawn City and Boulder City are preparing to deal with the spring wave, but the benevolent lord still said that the home of the refugees will send some people to come and house these people.

At this time, the mayor of Dust Town came over.

Behind the old man was a young man, both of them seemed to have something to say.

Looking at the old and the young, Lao Bai asked gently.

What's matter?

Qin Baitian didn't speak, but first bowed his head respectfully, and when Lao Bai was surprised, he raised his head and said seriously.

Thank you for saving us time and time again. I know we can't repay your kindness in our lifetime, but at least we don't want to be your burden and make the big-horned deer god and big-horned rat ashamed of us... If there is anything we If such a person can help, please don’t hesitate to tell me, and I will inform the residents of the town.”

The young man beside Qin Baitian also nodded vigorously, and said firmly.

Give us a chance...we want to help you guys!

A few months ago, he ate Naguo by accident, and almost caused the whole village to fall into the green plague.

It was the deer god with great horns who forgave and saved him.

The lord not only pardoned the sins he committed because of ignorance, but also gave him precious medicine, which made him spend the most difficult time.

Until now, he has finally fully recovered.

From then on, he vowed to serve that lord with his whole life.

Seeing the firmness in the eyes of the two, Lao Bai was silent for a while, swallowed the words that came to his lips, and said again.

We plan to build a supply outpost here, and we will build a railway from Qingquan City to here in the future.

If you want to do something for us, first count the young adults between the ages of 16 and 40 who are willing to help. I will send the list to the logistics department and let them arrange jobs for you. And then you get a salary, which is usually not a lot, but the minimum standard.

How embarrassing, you have helped us so much, how can we ask for your money... Qin Baitian wanted to decline with embarrassment, but was interrupted by Lao Bai raising his hand.

The league will not let anyone work for nothing. As long as you work, you must be paid. This is a law that everyone must abide by. I hope you understand. Just like you want to do something for us, we also don't want you to do something for yourself. Bring dry food for us to work.

Qin Baitian was stunned.

It's not because of the reward that the man in front of me insisted on saying, but because of the first sentence at the beginning.

The alliance is...

It's the alliance in the south of the River Valley Province. I haven't had a chance to tell you that we don't have any emperors, but only one administrator. That lizard is one of us, so is that mouse, and so is the person with them. We They're all residents of Vault 404...

Seeing the bewildered expressions of those two people, Lao Bai guessed that they might not even know where the River Valley Province was, so he stopped talking with a wry smile.

Is it too difficult to understand? Then you can understand it as...there is a collection of many large settlements.

Before Qin Baitian could react, the young man asked in a daze.

Is it something like Pine Cone Farm?

Pine Cone Farm? It's definitely not as big as the farm... Lao Bai roughly understood it as a place similar to Brown Farm, and shook his head with a smile.

However, what he didn't expect was that after the young man heard it, he showed a shocked expression.

It's even bigger than the Pine Cone Farm...

Ye Shi interjected curiously and asked.

What is that place?

Qin Baitian spoke slowly.

A settlement of more than 50,000 people is located in the east of the ruins of the urban area, quite far from us, but it is also within the boundaries of Jinhe City... The farmer there seems to be called Zhao. There are many soldiers under his command.

Ye Shi and Kuang Feng exchanged glances, and Fang Chang, who had not spoken the whole time, touched his chin, with a pensive expression on his face.

Dust Town is the last settlement not polluted by Nago... In other words, that Pine Cone Farm should now be the site of the Church of the Torch?

With a slight movement in his heart, Fang Chang looked at Qin Baitian and asked.

Are there any larger settlements than Pine Fruit Farm in Jinhe City?

Qin Baitian thought for a while, then shook his head.

Probably not anymore. I remember that the farm itself was a merger of several settlements. If I remember correctly, when I was a child, there seemed to be three or four farms there...

Fang Chang followed up and asked.

Have you ever been there?

Qin Baitian shook his head, and said with a trace of fear in his eyes.

I don't dare to go to that place... I heard that some of the slave hunting teams in this area are actually the guards of the owner of Zhao Zhuang. Except for picking up waste and hunting, we usually dare not leave the settlement too far. The former old town It is said that Chang has some friendship with the Pine Cone Farm, but then many things happened... If you are curious about the situation there, I can ask the hunter in the town for you.

Fang Chang nodded.

Well, it's troublesome.

They themselves are the vanguard troops sent by the alliance to the south. They have just arrived here for a while, and they still have too little knowledge of the local intelligence.

He needs more information.

Whether it's for the secrets hidden by the champion biopharmaceutical research institute, or to find the sanctuary and the bishop hidden in it.

As the largest survivor settlement in the area, Pine Cone Farm may be a good breakthrough.

And that Iron Tower organization.

Fang Chang looked at Lao Bai.

Speaking of which, what is the manager's opinion on the 'Iron Tower' organization?

Lao Bai finished his contemplation and said.

His suggestion is that we can cooperate with local resistance groups, but we must be wary of the possibility of infiltration of this loosely structured resistance group itself. Those we contact may be safe, but others have to put a question mark .”

Fang Chang looked at Lao Bai in surprise.

To be honest, he thought so too.

The attack last night was no different from sending someone to death. It didn't feel like consuming the opponent, but rather consuming himself.

In fact, it was true, the prosthetic mutant sent across from him was not as fierce as usual.

If Ye Shi hadn't taken away the hatred, that guy named Li Jinrong and his brothers would definitely be dead.

What surprised Fang Chang was that he could think of this because he was at the scene and he saved that guy.

Looking at the battle report at a distance of 800 kilometers can take this level into account.

There is something about this NPC...

...It is true that there may be informants from the Church of the Torch within the Iron Tower organization. We cannot fully trust them, but in turn we can also use this to pass some false information to our enemies through them, so that our enemies will be exposed .”

That's a good idea... Lao Bai nodded approvingly, and continued, But these are just our guesses for the time being. Maybe last night was just an accident, and this possibility also exists.

Fang Chang continued.

So we need to carry out two lines at the same time. On the one hand, we need to contact the people of the Iron Tower Organization to find out who among them can be trusted, and who can't be trusted. On the other hand, we can use the clue of Pine Cone Wood Farm to follow the vine. Gather information about the 'Sanctuary'.

Lao Bai nodded and said seriously.

Okay, then I'll find a way to contact the iron tower first.