This Game Is Too Realistic

In the middle of the Pine Cone Farm, there is a magnificent manor house.

Standing in the study of the manor, the farmer Zhao Tianqian held a telescope in his hand and was staring out of the window intently. His gaze passed over the densely packed houses and landed on the trading post by the wall.

Six trucks were parked there, with the convoy's guards and mercenaries standing beside them, and a circle of heavily armed soldiers outside.

Wu Wenzhou, who got off the truck, was talking to the officer who came forward to question him. Soon, several soldiers with LD-47 assault rifles stepped forward and dragged several wooden boxes from the truck.

One of the soldiers stepped forward and used a crowbar to pry open the boxes one after another, revealing the bright yellow bullets inside and a bunch of neatly stacked rifles.

That was exactly what he needed.

Seeing this, Zhao Tianqian finally showed a bright smile on his face, and put the telescope in his hand on the table beside him.

Almost at the same time, there was a knock on the door behind him.

Zhao Tianqian, who was in a good mood, said casually.

Please come in.

The door opened.

His butler came in.

Yanghe's caravan is back. He followed your instructions and exchanged the silver coins he earned for arms...

Ma Zhongxian reported respectfully, his eyes fell on the table beside the master and the open window involuntarily.

He knew it in his heart.

Before he reported, the master had already seen it.

With a smug smile on Zhao Tianqian's face, he said slowly.

I knew that Mr. Yang is a smart man. He was just delayed on the road for a while. We almost wronged a good man.

Ma Zhongxian nodded slightly.

One more thing, about... the apostle Mr. Zhang Zhengyang.

Zhao Tiangan asked immediately.

Any news?

Ma Zhongxian nodded silently and continued.

After you ordered me, I asked the guards to send a few scouts to Dust Town to investigate the situation, and it turned out...the place has been destroyed.

Destroyed?! Zhao Tiangan stared at him with wide eyes and asked anxiously, Then... where are the apostles?!

Ma Zhongxian shook his head with a bitter expression on his face.

I don't know. The whole town was burnt to the ground, but no corpses were found. Our people searched the town and found no trace of Mr. Apostle, but we found a bunch of corpses in the north grave... …The militiamen we sent to assist Mr Zhang were also inside.”

Zhao Tianqian clenched his fists.

It wasn't the 41 militiamen that he was distressed about. There were as many serfs in the farm, and the most important thing was people and animals.

What made him nervous was that Zhang Zhengyang's whereabouts were unknown.

If in the past he could not take the Torch Church seriously and didn't care about offending those lunatics, now he absolutely dare not.

Ever since he was cured by Naguo of the persistent disease in his lungs, he has been inseparable from the gospel of the Holy Son.

Where is the body of Mister Apostle?!

Ma Zhongxian said respectfully.

Our people searched carefully, but it's not in that grave.

Zhao Tianqian breathed a sigh of relief, muttering in his mouth.

At least alive.

Looking at the master, Ma Zhongxian hesitated for a moment, then continued.

Later, our people continued to explore the surrounding area, trying to find traces of the apostle... However, when they walked south for about ten kilometers, they found traces of mutants' activities.

Hearing this sentence, Zhao Tianqian had a look of astonishment on his face.

……Mutant?

Yes, sir, and at least a scale of more than a hundred people, Ma Zhongxian nodded, and said in a heavy voice, There are traces of a battle that took place nearby, and all signs indicate...that group of mutants destroyed Dust Town.

And, after that, they went to Hope Town!

Zhao Tianqian looked out the window blankly.

He could understand that when he went to Dust Town, the Qi tribe in the urban area was an ally of the Torch Church, and it was only natural for an ally to help if something happened.

But what is going to Hope Town for?

Isn't that the parish of the Torch Church?

He remembered that Mr. Apostle had personally promised him that as long as they converted to the belief of the torch, they would be free from mutants.

And that's one of the reasons for his conversion.

His intuition tells him that something is happening in this land that he doesn't understand, and it is very likely that he has been involved in it...

After thinking for a long time, he gritted his teeth.

...let the priest come to see me.

He must talk to the Bishop!

Ma Zhongxian nodded slightly.

As ordered.

...

While Zhao Tianqian was pacing back and forth in the study, a group of players were standing at the door of the Pine Fruit Farm, looking around curiously.

Although the name here is a farm, it looks like a classical city. The walls made of granite surround the brick and wood buildings, and there are orchards and farmland outside.

If you leave out the pus-covered trees and the farmland covered with emerald green plaques, there is a bit of idyllic feeling here.

Kohane looked around with some embarrassment.

Noticing Xiao Yu's reaction, Luo Yu whispered in the communication channel.

What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?

Xiao Yu whispered back.

Eep...

There's a smell here that makes it nasty.

Something dirty is around.

This feeling is like standing next to the excrement. Although the garbage does not pose a threat to it, it makes its fruiting body feel uncomfortable instinctively.

Be patient for a while longer, we will leave soon. Hearing the discomfort in the 嘿嘿嘿, Luo Yu whispered a few words of comfort in the communication channel.

Xiao Yu murmured sensiblely.

Eep...

At the same time, standing next to the leader's truck, Wu Wenzhou passed a cigarette to the middle-aged officer with a big belly.

The middle-aged officer took it skillfully, leaned close to his lighter to light the cigarette, and said in a puffy voice.

Why didn't the guy surnamed Yang come back this time?

Wu Wenzhou said respectfully.

Mr. Yang He happens to have business matters to deal with...

The middle-aged officer grinned and said.

Does he not want to be with his precious daughter?

The busyness is only temporary, and he will be reunited with his family later. Wu Wenzhou smiled, and glanced around, Speaking of which, there are quite a lot of changes here...

That's not it, the middle-aged officer smiled, and said with eloquence, Since the master introduced a batch of new crops from the south, life has gradually improved.

The new crop is...

Emerald trees, that's all.

The middle-aged officer stretched out his hand holding the cigarette butt, pointed to the orchard outside the wall, smiled mysteriously, and continued.

Not only can it sell for a good price, but it can also be used for other purposes... Isn't it great?

That's... really great. Wu Wenzhou smiled, but sighed softly in his heart.

He had seen a report on Nago in Survivor Daily and cited the analysis results of this special crop by the Union Institute of Biology.

According to the Allied Biological Institute, this particular crop is actually a mushroom-like fungus, and the animals or people who eat it will eventually become its bait.

Planted this thing.

The settlement is basically finished.

It would be great if we could sell this thing to the north. The officer was still dreaming, squinting his eyes in the direction of the north.

Wu Wenzhou said with a smile.

I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult. The survivors in the north... are not able to accept such advanced things.

The solution is something people came up with, looking back from a distance, the officer patted Wu Wenzhou on the shoulder, grinning and said, As long as we can give them a bite to eat, they won't be able to do without us.

As long as the factory owners in the north are addicted to Naguo, the status of Jinchuan province will become important again.

Looking at the guy who was daydreaming, Wu Wenzhou smiled sympathetically.

Can't live without...

If there is such a day, with the style of the alliance, those guys may come directly to eliminate the problem physically.

While the soldiers on the farm were unpacking and inspecting the goods on the truck, Ye Shi who was standing aside quietly looked at those people.

Boy...the soldiers here also use LD-47?

Just looking at the weapons in these guys' hands made him feel like he had come home.

Fang Chang glanced at the rifles in the hands of the soldiers and said.

They seem to be using the foreign trade version.

Ye Shi looked at him curiously and asked.

Is there any difference?

To put it simply, the power and recoil have been reduced a lot. The 7mm full-power bullet has been replaced with a middle-power bullet. In theory, it should not be able to penetrate the K-10'Iron Wall' and Type 6 Heavy Cavalry exoskeleton at a distance of 100 meters. frontal armor.

While speaking, Fang Chang looked around and got a general idea of ​​the armed forces here, and at the same time noted the distribution of several firepower points at the door.

Like most farm-style settlements in Jinchuan Province, Pine Cone Farm has almost zero independent industrial capacity, and most of the weapons come from Boulder City or the alliance's military factories.

The most common ones here are the weapons eliminated by the alliance.

The machine guns are mainly Maxim I, the rifles are mainly LD-47 and Drone assault rifles, the exoskeletons are mostly KV series and a small number of miner modified versions, and some 20mm quadruple anti-aircraft guns are supported. etc.

In addition, he saw some RPGs and recoilless guns, all carried by the best soldiers, or installed on the back of the sandbag wall with fixed brackets.

This place is simply an enhanced version of the African plantation. Except for the serfs, they are private soldiers recruited from the serfs. It is completely different from Hope Town, where there are many free people.

From the perspective of equipment, this settlement is not worth mentioning. The only thing worth noting is that there are quite a lot of soldiers here.

In this settlement of 50,000 people, there are actually three teams of 1,000 people!

According to the NPC named Wu Wenzhou, the farmer named Zhao Tianqian planned to start a business a long time ago, integrating all the farms around Jinhe City, so he never was stingy in investing in armaments.

In addition to these small arms that can be seen, it is said that they also bought some weird guys from farther afield.

But Fang Chang still didn't take it to heart.

joke.

The group of people next to him even killed Falcon City, would they be afraid of this group of rookies who even bought their equipment together?

At this time, Wu Wenzhou, who had completed the work of handing over the goods, walked towards this side and said in a low voice.

I told the chief guards that you are members of the Flame Mercenary Corps and are very famous in Xizhou City... They haven't been to that far away, and they don't even know where Xizhou City is, but this doesn't stop them from thinking about it. Please you.

Fang Chang raised his eyebrows.

What's the meaning?

They want to invite you to dinner. They probably want to win you over and talk about your style... The place is at the Xinglong Hotel on the farm.

Ye Shi said in surprise.

Is there a restaurant here too?

If he remembered correctly, isn't this pinecone farm closed to the public?

Moreover, the survivors here are basically serfs. In other words, they are the private property of the landlords. Not to mention no salary, this place probably doesn't even have its own currency.

How about opening a restaurant and playing there?

Seeing the confusion in his eyes, Wu Wenzhou coughed lightly and explained.

Of course there are. Although the Pine Cone Farm is not open to the public, the officers and managers here are all paid, usually in dinars. They can't just take dinars to eat, and they also need For recreation, you can’t go to the town next door to spend every time. And here occasionally you have to entertain some distinguished guests... In short, the environment of the restaurant is not bad, and the chefs there are the same group as the chefs in Master Zhao’s manor residence.”

Fang Chang didn't care too much about those minutiae issues, so he asked straight to the point.

How far is that place from the farmer's manor?

Wu Wenzhou thought for a while and said.

It's just across the street...about six or seven hundred meters.

Six hundred meters... Fang Chang stroked his chin, nodded and said, No problem.

Through the previous Kong Lingkai, he somewhat understood the suspicious and fearful mentality of the farmers here. Not surprisingly, the master would arrange their places to stay by the wall or even outside the wall, and would send someone to watch them carefully.

And this is probably the only chance they have to get close to the manor in the center of the settlement.

After all, in name they are mercenaries who take money to do things, and no one can guarantee that they will accept a task.

From the surrounding soldiers, it was not difficult to see that the farmer didn't really trust the subordinate who was away all the year round to help him do business.

I'm afraid this banquet itself is also intended to be a test. Those guys might try to bribe them at the banquet.

Looking at Fang Chang with flickering eyes, Wu Wenzhou asked in a low voice.

What are you going to do?

All the way here, he kept making indirect inquiries, trying to get some words out of these people's mouths, but these people refused to reveal anything.

In his own words, he actually prefers these people to use the fire-breathing plane before to rush in and take people away.

But seeing the quadruple anti-aircraft guns on the fence, he thought that it might not be easy for the plane to fly in.

Looking at Mr. Wu who was asking carefully, Fang Chang smiled faintly.

This is not something that can be explained clearly in a few words.

That smile is unpredictable.

Wu Wenzhou couldn't help feeling uneasy.

my family……

Don't worry, let them stay at home, and leave the rest to us.

Fang Chang patted him on the shoulder and gave him a reliable look.

However, looking at the happy smile on this man's face, Wu Wenzhou couldn't feel that it was reliable, and his heart kept beating.

But it seems too late to get off this thief ship now.

There is only one way to go to the dark.

Seeing the officer looking at him all the time, Wu Wenzhou swallowed, nodded and said.

OK.

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked back, bringing the news that these people agreed to the banquet to the officer. A happy smile appeared on the officer's face, and he turned to report to his superior.

Watching the man leave, Fang Chang stretched out his headset and pressed it.

The opportunity has come... Lao Bai, I will leave the support to you.

After the loud electrical sound, Lao Bai's voice came from the communication channel.

No problem! We're ready!

...

You cannot carry weapons into the Pine Cone Farm.

Except for Luo Yu and Xiao Yu who stayed at the gate, the players of the Burning Corps left their equipment at the gate of the settlement.

I leave it to you to take care of the equipment.

Taking the rifle from Fang Chang's hand, Luo Yu said hesitantly.

Is it okay for you to go in like this?

No problem, Fang Chang said with a smile, Anyway, Lao Bai and the others will help us deliver what we need.

Luo Yu nodded and said solemnly.

You guys take it easy...don't give me a whole mission.

Don't worry, that's impossible! Fang Chang laughed, waved his hand, and followed the guy who took them to the banquet.

Xinglong Hotel is located in the core area of ​​Pine Fruit Farm.

This is probably the cleanest and most prosperous street in the entire settlement.

Most of the streets are the properties run by the farmer himself. There are shops, restaurants, and some places that can't be seen from the outside.

And no matter what kind of shop it is, the facades are all quite luxurious and tasteful.

The feeling of walking here is completely different from the outside, only here is not like a plantation at all, but more like a commercial street in a normal settlement.

However, what is contrary to the harmony is that these shops are very deserted, there are no customers at all, and it looks like a landscape planted on the side of the road.

The person who accompanied the players to the restaurant was the chief guard of the north gate, named Liu Lei, a very talkative middle-aged man.

Under his leadership, the ten small players of the Burning Legion passed through the layers of defense in the farm without any difficulty, and came to the street closest to the center of the farm.

Along the way, the NPC's mouth was not idle, and he kept introducing Naguo, the pillar industry of Pine Cone Farm, to them.

It was as if they were not mercenaries, but businessmen who came here to investigate.

Fang Chang listened with an interested expression, occasionally pandering to a few words, but he didn't take it seriously in his heart.

He knew what the master behind this guy was planning.

It is nothing more than wanting to sell the special products here to the alliance through this mercenary group that is quite powerful in the alliance.

However, this guy probably never dreamed of who he was describing his master's business plan to.

When they finally arrived at their destination, an officer in formal attire who seemed to be of high status was already waiting for them there.

Seeing a group of people coming, the officer's eyes lit up, a bright smile hung on his face, and he took the initiative to greet them with his right hand.

Welcome! Friends who came from afar! I am Luo Feihui, commander-in-chief here. The master asked me to thank you on his behalf. Thank you for helping us send this batch of precious munitions from the north!

Unexpectedly, it was the commander who was eating together. Fang Chang showed a flattered expression on his face, stretched out his right hand to shake him, and said with a smile.

You're welcome! We're just mercenaries for money.

The commander named Luo Feihui said with a smile.

You are not like mercenaries.

Fang Chang asked without changing his smile.

Why do you say that?

The commander named Luo Feihui withdrew his hand and continued talking with a smile on his face.

I have dealt with many mercenaries. Most of them talk rudely, and their habits are not very polite. Few of them are very well-behaved. You are different. Not only are you polite, but you don't have any calluses on your hands... With all due respect, you don't look like a weather-beaten wastelander at all, but rather—

When he said this, he deliberately paused for half a beat.

On the contrary, it looks like a resident of the shelter.

The moment they heard this sentence, apart from Fang Chang who was standing in front of that person, the other players around couldn't help but raised their eyebrows, and a trace of surprise flashed in their eyes.

Good guy.

Dressed up? !