This Game Is Too Realistic

Watching the gates is easy work in Hope.

Although there is only a door between here and the wasteland, and two steps forward is the hell where people die and no one cares about it, but it is not in the wasteland after all, so they can receive a considerable salary without taking too much risk.

And the job is decent enough.

No matter if you are a serious businessman or an unscrupulous businessman, when you are near the settlement, you will take it easy.

Even looters need such a safe place to exchange stolen goods for other things they need.

Otherwise, what they grab is worthless garbage, which can only be thrown on the ground to be picked up by scavengers, or become the spoils of other wastelanders.

Especially nowadays, most of the wastelanders in this area use the automatic rifles produced in the southern part of the River Valley Province.

It is already difficult to survive with hand-wrought iron-pipe rifles. They also need to keep pace with the times and hide themselves where they should be hidden...

Mark, who was standing at the west entrance, yawned, took out his rusty pocket watch and glanced at it, counting how many hours it was before he got off work.

This job is all about killing time.

This is especially true at the west gate, where wastelanders seldom come.

When he was thinking about where to drink after get off work, the guard standing next to him suddenly looked up to the west, frowned and muttered.

what sound?

What... what sound? Closing the brass-colored cover, Mark put away the pocket watch and looked at the new guy.

This young man only joined the town guard a few months ago. He was the son of Orion in the town before. He had a little impression of his father and had a drink together.

Didn't you hear? The young man looked at him, and then said, Something exploded.

Hearing this sentence, Mark couldn't help laughing out loud.

Haha, that's not too normal. If you take two steps outside, you'll be a wasteland. The sound of gunfire and explosions is not very common... just get used to it.

To be honest, it's actually not that common.

Loneliness and cold are more common in the wasteland than death.

In an uninhabited wilderness, there may be no living things for many years, and only swaying weeds can be seen for decades.

If one day there is a wolf howling suddenly, it may be the time to be alert.

But Mark didn't want to think about it that way.

Compared with what happened in the wasteland close at hand, he was more inclined that what happened was an accident that had nothing to do with them.

Meddling in other's business is the way to survive. He is very clear why he can be a guard because he won't bother with things that have nothing to do with him.

The young man prostrated himself on the ground, put his ear to the ground, and was still muttering to himself.

The sound of gunfire and running was at least 30 to 40 kilometers away, bang bang bang...someone is fighting with whom.

Mark couldn't resist going up and kicking his ass.

Don't worry so much, get up and stand guard.

After being kicked in the butt, the young man stood up in embarrassment, and obediently kept his mouth shut.

Being disturbed by him like this, Mark's good mood until noon was messed up.

Once a person knows that something big happened next to him, but he doesn't know what it is, he will involuntarily think wildly, and then start to worry.

Especially when there is nothing to do.

Mark was no exception. The young man seemed to have let go of the matter, but he couldn't help thinking over and over in his heart.

Who is fighting with whom?

By the way, if you go west from here, are there any larger settlements?

At this moment, there was a sudden rustling in the forest not far away, followed by a whoosh sound through the air.

Before Mark could recover, an arrow flew past his hat and nailed to the wooden post behind him with a bang.

Startled, he quickly picked up the rifle in his hand and loaded it, opened the safety and pointed it in the direction of the arrow.

Who's there!

No one answered.

Mark swallowed, his eyes flashed with astonishment and nervousness, and the gun pointed straight at the invisible forest, but he didn't dare to go up to see the situation.

At this time, the young man next to him ran up behind him, pulled the arrow from the post, and yelled at him.

Sir! Something is tied to the arrow!

What is it? Not daring to look away from the front sight, Mark stared at the woods and shouted with his back turned.

It's a roll of animal skin! There seems to be something written on it... Opening the roll of animal skin and barely recognizing what was written on it, the young man suddenly froze and fell silent.

Animal skin?

Mark froze for a moment, eager to know the content above, but he didn't dare to relax his vigilance.

So he maintained his aiming posture, stepped back to the side of the young man, and pulled the animal skin with his left hand.

Sure enough, there were two lines of scrawled words written in animal blood.

And it was written wrong.

Lian Meng recognized the above content with guesswork, and Mark's face lost all color in an instant, as pale as if it had been painted with white paint.

Oh shit……

Cursing in his mouth, he quickly looked at the young man beside him who was also dumbfounded, and stared at him with warning eyes.

You stay here, I'll go back and report... Don't tell anyone about this!

The young man nodded blankly.

Mark glanced at the forest, gritted his teeth, put the gun on his back, took the arrow and the roll of animal skins, and ran towards the town without looking back.

In the forest, a pair of green pupils hidden under the hood watched the figure running towards the town. It wasn't until the guard disappeared behind the gate that he disappeared from the shadow of the forest...

...

The office in the middle of Hope Town.

The round table in the meeting room was full of famous people in the town.

There are the owners of the Grizzly Bear and the Street Lamp Tavern, an aged carpenter, the owner of a tanning workshop, a landlord who holds a thousand acres of land, and a mayor who manages a thousand households.

They are not the kind of people who are very idle, but at this moment they are all sitting here in silence, smoking first-hand or second-hand cigarettes.

Even though the pungent smell of smoke can make people cry, the people sitting here still have the doors and windows tightly covered, and have no intention of opening a window for ventilation.

Likewise, no one spoke.

At this moment, an arrow was lying on the round table in front of them.

Around noon, someone shot the arrow at the west gate of the town, and it was picked up by the guards standing there on duty.

There was a roll of animal skin tied to it before, and two lines of writing were written in animal blood.

【Oge, I want to eat people. 】

【Run! 】

If it's a joke, it's definitely the worst, nastiest joke of the year!

It was the mayor here who was the first to break the silence.

His name was Ma Hechang. Although he was fifty years old, he was still in good shape, and he was quite prestigious in the town.

The owner of the Grizzly Bear and Lamp Tavern, who was sitting not far away from him, hugged his head and muttered to himself in pain.

Why did this happen.

The conference room was full of noisy complaints and discussions, and the expressions on everyone's faces were full of panic and anxiety.

They don't know what Ogg is, but seeing the words eating people and running, it is not difficult to guess what it means.

Ordinary predator tribes would not dare to take action on a settlement like Hope Town with thousands of households. Presumably they could only be those unreasonable mutants.

But people still can't believe it's true.

It wasn't the first day that the Qi tribe came to Jinhe City. It is said that they were there a century and a half ago. Those green-skinned baboons are indeed too strong, and their numbers are terrifying, but they are actually different from the mutants in other places, and they rarely attack the surrounding survivor colonies.

There are rumors that they keep some slaves in captivity in the tribe, so there is no need for frequent plundering. There are also rumors that their ancestors were actually humans, but they became like this by accident, so the descendants would restrain themselves and not attack those villages and farmland.

However, these are just rumors.

Most people who believe in these things actually don’t know why things are like this. They just give reasons to convince themselves and others that they can’t explain things, and seek peace of mind in fear.

The Qi tribe has existed for more than a century, and they have lived here for more than a century. No one knows why they don't eat them, let alone why they have changed their minds now.

At this time, someone suddenly spoke.

Is it just a joke?

No one paid him any attention.

Because it's a piece of crap.

Even if most people think so in their hearts, no one dares to joke about the lives of themselves and their families.

Ma Hechang looked at the director of the town guard sitting on the side, and lowered his voice.

Has the sentinel been dispatched yet?

The director of the town guard nodded and said nervously.

It has been dispatched... There is no news yet.

Mayor Ma heaved a sigh of relief, at least there is no need to worry at the moment, the group of green skins broke in suddenly in the middle of the meeting.

Then he glanced around at everyone present, and said in a serious tone.

The first thing we need to figure out now is who is warning us! If that person really has conclusive news, why did he use this method instead of telling us in person!

I think so too! If the news is true, why didn't he tell it face to face? All of us will thank him, and even give him a sum of money. The owner who sold glassware complained.

Suddenly thought of something, Mayor Ma looked at the blacksmith sitting at the round table.

Do you know this arrow?

...I know, I did sell this arrow, the blacksmith in the town frowned and said after staring at the cluster of arrows for a long time, but all the hunters in the town use arrows made by me. That doesn't mean anything.

For experienced hunters, hunting with a rifle is not cost-effective, traps and bows will be more economical.

A trace of disappointment floated on Mayor Ma's face.

At this time, a man wearing a gown made of devil silk and looking a little rich suddenly spoke.

Ahem, listen to me, there are too many abnormalities in this matter... I am more inclined that someone wants to drive us out of here, so as to take the opportunity to rob our property.

His name is Xiao Zhixue, and he is in the beer business. He owns a brewery in the town and employs about twenty workers. Most of the drinks consumed by wastelanders in the past come from him.

asked a shopkeeper.

But what if what the letter says is true?

The wine merchant surnamed Xiao stared.

Really? How is that possible! That 'Qi' never raids settlements, they only catch those wandering around in the wasteland!

It didn't happen before, but it doesn't mean it won't happen in the future. Maybe they changed their minds on a whim.

But it doesn't make sense! Aren't they allies of the Torch Church? We have already converted to the church, and we even have a pastor of the church in our town!

Pairs of eyes looked at the pastor in front of the round table, and the middle-aged man who was caught by the gaze couldn't help but wiped his sweat and said nervously.

I don't know... I haven't been able to contact the apostle since a few days ago. Ah, could it have something to do with this?

To the west...there seems to be a small place called Dust Town. The blacksmith rubbed his chin and said.

The priest nodded hurriedly.

That's the name! I remember that the apostle said before he disappeared that he would take the believers there to preach!

At this time, the owner of the tanning workshop suddenly spoke up.

Could it be that those mutants went to Dust Town to search for the whereabouts of the apostles, but they couldn't find them... Then the group of green-skinned baboons went crazy and killed people everywhere?

This seems to be the most reasonable explanation.

Although this is also something that no one wants to face.

Mayor Ma knocked hard on the table with his fist and said loudly.

Enough, these things are not important, the important thing is what should we do now? Should we stay and fight them, or move to other places to avoid—

Before he finished speaking, the wine merchant cried out in shock.

Transfer to another place? Are you kidding? Where can we go? There is no place around here that can accommodate so many people!

Others pat their butts and leave.

His winery can't be moved!

If those mutants didn't kill anyone, they would definitely set a fire and burn this place down! At that time, all his property here will be finished!

The same goes for most of the others.

The people who sit here are the most famous and powerful people in the town, and their homes and properties are here. It's not just a small town for them, it's their foundation.

Although no one wants to face those green-skinned monsters, no one wants to just run away.

If you don't leave, you'll have to fight them, Mayor Ma said with a gloomy expression. To be honest, I don't have the confidence to be an opponent to those guys.

A tribe of mutants with a scale of tens of thousands of people...

Even the Pine Cone Farm in the southeast, the landowner with nearly 50,000 people, could not be the opponent of the mutant tribe.

The volumes of the two sides are not in the same dimension at all.

At this time, the director of the guard suddenly got up from the conference table and walked towards the door.

Mayor Ma looked at him.

where did you go?

The superintendent stopped in his tracks.

Go and mobilize the residents of the town and give them guns. If this discussion continues, we won't be able to leave, and we won't have time to fight. We can only sit here and wait to die.

As soon as his words fell, the wine merchant sitting not far away stood up.

Wait, you can't do this! Put the gun down now, everyone knows something is going to happen!

The director of the town guard frowned.

What time is it, is it useful to cover the lid now?

The wine merchant lowered his voice and said.

There are some wastelanders in the town, they are better at fighting than us, at worst we give them some money! But if we let them get the news in advance, knowing that the opponent is a mutant... I bet, they may run faster than rabbits quick!

The director of the guard gave him a blank look, and after thinking about it in his heart, it seemed to make sense.

No matter how those wastelanders are stronger than the militiamen in the town, mobilizing those guys is better than mobilizing a group of guys who have never fought at all to send their heads.

The people sitting at the conference table exchanged glances, and most of them had a look of approval in their eyes. Mayor Ma pondered for a long time, then nodded slowly.

I think so too... But we can't pin all our hopes on those outsiders, we have to make two-handed preparations.

After all, he looked at the director of the guard.

Send the weapons in the inventory to the wall, and then use obstacles to block the four gates in the southeast, northwest, and dig some fortifications... As for the wastelanders, we will tell them that we have received news that there is a group of looters The people have fled to this area, and the town needs to strengthen its fortifications, and vehicles and goods are temporarily prohibited from entering or leaving. After three days, if the alarm is lifted, we will withdraw the fortifications, and then they can come and go freely.

During this period, the Town of Hope will provide its guests with free accommodation and food.

If you keep the goods, you will keep the merchants in the town, and if you keep those merchants, you will keep their private soldiers.

If it's just a three-day delay, those merchants probably wouldn't do anything too outrageous to offend this small town rashly.

While this may have taken a toll on Hope Town's reputation, the crisis of survival is clearly more pressing now.

As for those mercenaries, although it is difficult to forcibly retain them, they can be hired under the pretext of dealing with the looters who flock to this area.

After a pause, Mayor Ma said with a hint of luck.

Actually...it may not be as bad as we thought.

The sentinel hasn't brought back the news, at least it means that those mutants haven't come near us yet. Maybe it's just a trick to scare us away, as Mr. Xiao said.

Everyone sitting in the banquet looked at each other.

If only it were that simple...

...

A forest tens of kilometers away.

After the banquet, the mutants smeared the blood and grease of their prey on their faces, hummed rude shouts and songs, and embarked on a journey to the next banquet.

More than 200 brothers died in Ogg, including a centurion and a big guy.

He had to chop off four hundred heads to relieve his anger.

As for whether the Torch Church is angry or not, what does it have to do with Ogg?

It's not just the old priests in the clan who care about this and that. He is also displeased with those human beings who talk about gods and gods...

At this moment, the vast majority of the residents of Hope Town have not realized that the danger has quietly approached their heads.

And the few in the know are still fantasizing that maybe things are not so bad, and that the arrow tied with the animal hide is just a botched hoax.

On the other side, Luo Yu, who had lunch at the hotel, learned from Wu Wenzhou, the leader of the caravan, that there were looters fleeing nearby and the town was closed.

Predator?!

After hearing the news, Luo Yu showed a surprised expression on his face, and quickly remembered the group of people he met at the provincial border.

...Could it be the people we met?

On the way here before, they encountered a group of looters who robbed the road, and captured a Maxim from the hands of those looters.

But if it was those people, he couldn't think of any need to repair the fortification anyway.

I don't know. Wu Wenzhou shook his head with a wry smile. Anyway, the four exits of the town are blocked. People can come in and out, but goods can't. We can't let them remove the roadblocks and bunkers.

Although this is a safe zone, it is still in the wasteland after all. He didn't dare to leave the goods here, so he ran out.

When the goods are lost, there is no place to reason.

But in fact, there is no need to go out.

Not with the exception of the Bonechewer tribe, most of the raiders were hammered on the head by the settlements, and only some small villages could have accidents.

There are so many mercenaries and caravans here, there is no need to worry about security issues.

Are we just waiting here? Luo Yu couldn't help frowning when thinking of the advice that the guy named White Shark gave him.

One more day of delay on the road on his side will increase the risk of his one hundred thousand silver coins being ruined by one day.

Now that he was about to reach his destination, he was really unwilling to lose the chain at this juncture.

Wu Wenzhou sighed helplessly.

At present, there is no better way... Anyway, it will only be three days, just wait and wait.

After a pause, he continued.

Of course, although their reasons are plausible, we can't just let them mess around for no reason. I'll discuss it with other merchants later, and they have to give us an explanation.

If the barricades have not been removed after three days, they can join forces to put pressure on the local residents and the town hall.

Of course, this is the last resort.

If possible, he really didn't want to conflict with the locals. Hope Town was already one of the few relatively safe and reliable settlements on this commercial route.

In some small settlements, he usually sleeps with a pistol under his pillow, but here he sleeps soundly with the door locked.

...I'll go and look around, maybe there are some clues.

With that said, Luo Yu pushed away the chair and stood up.

The thought of wasting three days in this small town made him feel uncomfortable for a while, so he might as well go out and look for it now to see if there is any branch line that can pass the time.

Wu Wenzhou nodded.

Go, remember to come back before dark.

Luo Yu, who walked out of the hotel, stood on the street, glanced left and right, and found that this small town was surprisingly big, completely different from his first impression last night, probably no less than a thousand people lived there.

There are quite a few merchants and mercenaries stranded here like them, and they are all gathering near the hotel to exchange what they heard.

It might be a good idea to talk to them.

However, just when Luo Yu was about to walk over, he suddenly realized with embarrassment that he was actually not a particularly good at communicating.

Don't talk about NPCs.

In fact, he has relatively little contact with players.

He has been playing this game for some time, but he only got acquainted with Brother Mosquito and his teammates in the Goblin Corps, and then met some acquaintances of Brother Mosquito.

Before raising Xiaoyu, he often soloed alone.

Just when he was thinking about how to casually walk over and insert the topic, and then extract information from the mouths of those old fritters, a familiar voice suddenly came from the side.

Falling Feather?!

I didn't expect there were acquaintances in this broken place.

Hearing someone calling his name in Mandarin, Luo Yu turned his head subconsciously, and then saw a familiar face, and suddenly opened his eyes wide in surprise.

I boil it?

Why are you here too?!

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(PS: I have been coughing for two weeks, and my throat is almost useless, and now I speak like bubbles, and I have successfully quit the habit of talking to myself in code words...)