This Game Is Too Realistic

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[Yesterday night, the 1,000th team of the 310,000th team of the Legion and the Cleaning team launched an offensive on Heiyun Peak, the second mountain of Shifeng Mountain, and successfully controlled the entire mountain at 22:10...

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It turns out.

The troops directly under the Eastern Legion still have two brushes.

After paying 112 casualties, the elite group of Willanters equipped with automatic firepower finally planted the regiment's flag on the top of the mountain before the clock turned in the morning.

The remaining big greenskins and goblins either hid in those artificially dug tunnels and bunkers, or retreated to the third mountain of Ten Peaks-Broken Blade Mountain.

Compared with Heiyun Peak, the natural barrier called Broken Blade Mountain is a bit shorter, but the uncanny workmanship of nature is only a lot more.

The whole mountain is like a long sword standing upright, cut off from the middle, leaving only half. There are cliffs on both sides of the mountain, and even a few trees can't stand up, let alone people.

A sloping road spirals to the top of the mountain, from south to north, and this road is also the most dangerous section of the Eighty-mile Bone Road. Not to mention that heavy vehicles are difficult to pass, even the death claws that can climb on rocks are a bit difficult to think about.

But even so, it is easier to build bridges and roads here than other nearby inaccessible natural hazards.

According to the combat deployment of the coalition command, the infantry of the 100th Mountain Division of the Enterprise is responsible for attacking this hill, and the alliance and the corps will support it in the rear.

The offensive will start in three days!

Regardless of the battle arrangements three days later, the edge paddling is actually more concerned about the legion's performance in this battle.

According to their previous analysis on the forum, the real trump card of the legion has never been the combat capability of individual soldiers, or even a certain unit. The real magic weapon for those guys to win is the huge logistics system and the ability to continue fighting.

Their entire social system is prepared for war, and the meaning of all systems exists either to complete the production of war weapons, or to train officers and soldiers, or to reward military nobles who have made meritorious deeds on the battlefield. them.

Therefore, it is not very meaningful to discuss the combat effectiveness of a certain unit. The company needs to rely on numbers to bluff, and these guys really have a hundred divisions.

And it is still a standing army that can be drawn out at any time without mobilization!

If it weren't for the fact that the eastern provinces were too far away from Triumph City across the great desert, and most of the logistics could only be borne by the slave states, the performance of the expeditionary army would not be so difficult to describe, let alone the fact that there are many people in the main battle faction. Yes, the rear did not even get support.

However, to the edge's surprise, aside from the performance of the Glorious Army, the performance of the 310,000th team in the battle last night was unexpectedly good?

What surprised him even more was the special force called Cleaning Team.

There are a total of one hundred soldiers, all of whom are nearly three meters tall, burly like an iron tower, and covered with jet-black bulletproof linings and exoskeletons.

Its positioning is probably similar to the special warfare company under the division-level unit, but in fact their performance on the battlefield is more like a humanoid infantry fighting vehicle advancing with infantry.

These tall guys use shotguns and heavy machine guns as their primary weapons, especially with the latter allowing them to fire and push forward without rigging.

In addition, they are also equipped with a large number of heavy grenades of various types such as incendiary and fragmentation, and a melee weapon such as a tomahawk or hammer is hung on the waist as a close-range fire supplement.

The combat style of this group of guys is extremely tough, comparable to the brothers of the Jungle Corps. They often appear in the most dangerous places on the front line, and use the simplest and most brutal methods to kill their opponents. Even the most ferocious mutants cannot withstand their surprise attacks.

If it wasn't for the fact that the accidentally exposed face was indeed human, one could not help but wonder if it was a mutant wearing an exoskeleton when paddling on the edge of the water...

Those people you're talking about? Of course they're from Willant people... It's just the kind of people who failed to take medicine.

Canteen at a military base.

During the meal, Edge Paddle chatted with Su Ming about it. The latter said in a chatty tone while dealing with the fried rice in the bowl.

Paddle on the edge asked doubtfully.

What's the meaning?

Su Ming said.

Forcibly expressing non-coding genes through awakening medicine is not 100% awakening, and there is a certain probability of side effects of varying degrees depending on the technical route... You should have heard of death, disability or various genetic diseases in severe cases Bar?

The edge paddled and nodded.

Um.

The target of Brother Fang Chang seems to be the victim of the awakening potion.

It seems to be a product of Jushi Military Industry, I remember it is called Dragon Blood.

Because it is free, many people in Boulder City who want to be mercenaries but have no strength have used it. Boulder Military Industry even launched a loan specially provided to people disabled by Dragon Blood Potion.

Later, after the inner city collapsed, the new authorities listed dragon's blood as a banned drug.

Vault 404 also has a similar product, but it is much safer than Dragon's Blood.

Although the probability of awakening is also a mystery, and it needs to be vaccinated several times, the biggest accident at present is that it cannot be awakened, and there will be no physical disabilities or the like.

Of course, if difficulty in giving birth to offspring is considered a disability, that's another story. Most awakened people have this problem.

Paddles at the edge speculate that this may also be a self-protection mechanism of some kind of biological population—that is, preventing the ability to express non-coding genes indiscriminately from being passed on.

Of course, this is just his guess based on the game settings.

In reality, there are no awakeners at all, and there are not so many mutant creatures.

...The Weilante people in the purge team are in a similar situation, you should know? Those guys are 'natural fighters' synthesized by the Weilante Laboratory under the Ministry of Technology through genetic technology during the War Construction Committee period.

Glancing at the soldiers of the Alpha Task Force who were eating not far away, Su Ming fiddled with the spoon in his hand, and continued in a very soft and slow voice.

If the non-coding genes of ordinary people are a long series of naturally formed shit mountains, then their non-coding genes are artificially designed... There is a saying that the designers of the Ministry of Technology took the unfinished Part of the code was written in, and then commented out in some way to make up 23 pairs of chromosomes.

The original intention of the War Construction Committee is to use these tools to deal with slime molds. By the way, it can also collect some experimental data, which can be used to complete the singularity technology that was not completed in the era of prosperity. After the end of the era of wasteland, it can be sterilized or other more Eliminate these unstable guys in a civilized way to prevent genetic pollution...

This is the information I found on the endpoint cloud before, and it may answer part of your confusion. As for whether it is true or not, you have to check it yourself... Anyone on the endpoint cloud can have a chat, sometimes bragging Most of them are forced.

Relying on the translator of vm to understand this passage with a lot of technical terms, after trying to understand it by paddling around the edge, his eyes suddenly widened.

Good guy!

That is to say...

Mutants living in the DNA of the Willanters? !

No, this statement may not be accurate enough, it would be much more appropriate to replace it with a part that lives with mutants.

Mutants are unfinished products of Gestalt life forms, and so are Villant.

It's just that the former has released all the unstable genes and completely formed a new species, while the latter has mixed some gene fragments that are homologous to mutant DNA in human genes!

It is precisely because of this that the Willant people awakened, some of them will become stronger humans, and some of them will become humans with mutant traits.

After all, the essence of awakening is the specific expression of non-coding genes in individuals, and no one can say which part is expressed.

But why is the latter considered a loser? Margin Paddle continued to ask incomprehensibly,

Su Ming made a helpless expression.

Then you have to ask the experts from the Willant people... As I said, I also heard it from the endpoint cloud.

Edge paddling: ...

While the two were eating, the Alpha mobile task force at the next table had already cleaned up the plate, and the four of them walked in unison to pick up the meal.

Potato and Pork Rice Bowl, three more servings, add more rice. The team leader took out his meal card and said succinctly.

The waiter in charge of the spoon was taken aback when he heard the words, and re-counted the people standing in front of the order, no matter how he counted, it was four.

But he didn't ask too much.

These guys with gas masks hanging from their helmets and goggles covering their eyes don't look like normal people at all.

Three servings for you... Putting the plate of prepared meals on the table, he finally couldn't help reminding, If the three of you eat together, you can actually order a few stir-fried dishes and rice separately.

No, thank you.

The team leader nodded, holding three dinner plates in both hands, and turned back to the previous table.

Just when the caterer thought it was over, the team members behind the team leader took a step forward and took out their meal cards in exactly the same way.

Potato roast pork, three more servings, add more rice.

Waiter: ...

As he expected, the latter two were also the same. They ordered three servings of the same dish, and even the actions of connecting the plate and thanking them seemed to be carved out of the same mold.

It's like a date with these guys.

Everyone ordered the same dish, and in a daze they ordered a large bucket of roasted pork with potatoes, and didn't even consume half of the other dozen dishes.

In this case, the waiter can only contact the back kitchen and ask them to work overtime and send a bucket.

What he didn't know was that in the communication channel that he couldn't hear or see, a series of invisible electric waves were communicating at the speed of light.

“Potato Roast Pork is good, recommended.”

It's really good.

good.

really not bad.

satisfy.

...

Just as the soldiers of the Alpha Task Force finished their meals and returned the plates, a group of corporate soldiers who had just finished training swarmed into the cafeteria.

This group of recruits had received three months of training in the new barracks, and the training did not stop after arriving here. One and two hungry eyes glowed green.

One of the young men squeezed in front of the pick-up point, glanced at the menu on the wall, and quickly slapped the meal card on the punch card machine.

Boss, let me serve roasted pork with potatoes! Another serving of braised eggplant and two servings of rice!

Hearing this dish gave me a headache, and the waiter waved his hand impatiently: The roasted pork with potatoes is gone. It was finished by those guys wearing masks. If you want to eat, wait another half an hour.

Everyone was shocked when they heard the words.

I wipe!?

Done?!

I didn't want to eat much at first, but when I heard that it was eaten up, a group of people immediately swallowed their saliva and waited in line curiously.

The line is getting longer and longer.

Later, not only companies, but also soldiers from other settlements such as the Free State and Garbage City also came to join in the fun.

In just one day, the entire Weifu military base sold nearly 100,000 servings of Potato Roasted Pork!

Especially the cooking king from the college, who started with three servings per person, and the mobile team with a size of a thousand people suddenly took on the posture of a team of ten thousand people!

Although the cafeteria of the coalition army is not for profit, and the profit of a meal is not much, only 1 to 2 Cr, but it adds up to a considerable amount.

On that day, there was no fighting on the northern front.

A small number of legionnaires cleared the remaining mutants and goblins in the tunnels of Black Cloud Peak, but behind those Willanters, the Alliance's Potato and Pork Rice Bowl quietly swept the entire military base...

Not only the players were dumbfounded, but even Chu Guang who was far away in Dawn City was unexpected.

With just one dish, these soldiers from all over the world even showed off the potatoes in the military base...

When Chu Guang, who was far away in Dawn City, received the report from the front line, he was stunned for a few seconds.

Good guy... this military base is still profitable?!

Feeling his conscience, Chu Guang really never thought about making money by sticking to donors.

Today's alliance is no longer the poor and white village it was in the past.

As the manager of the league, his responsibility is not just to do everything possible to feed the people who support him, but to take those guys who are already full to rebuild a greater era and unite more People who are not full yet.

It is precisely because of this that, including the train capacity, many places that could have been profitable, he almost converted them to the allies who stick to the donor at the cost price.

And if the logistics materials are manufactured in Liming City and Jushi City Industrial Zone, they can even get a 50% discount on the cost price! It is equivalent to the financial subsidy given by the alliance to encourage all parties who stick to the donors to produce logistics supplies in the industrial zone of the alliance!

Although doing so will increase some fiscal deficits in the short term, in the long run, the benefits brought by doing so are far from being comparable to a little deficit.

Foreign trade orders bring not only capital, technology and talents, but also closer cooperation.

Even if the war is over in the future, these orders will not all disappear, and some will always be retained due to the close cooperation between the two sides during the war.

Including the capital, technology and talents that came with those orders.

This is also a conspiracy.

All parties have long-term demands for solving the slime mold problem, and short-term demands for solving the natural disaster of the Church of the Torch.

Even the colleges that are the most stingy with technology are willing to take the risk of technology outflow, and transfer some less important industries that have a lot of demand from the front line to the production in Boulder City, which is closer to the front line, and even hand it over to Boulder Military Industry for OEM.

For example, capacitors used in Gauss rifles and polymer bulletproof linings for exoskeletons.

And the related technologies are enough to drive the upgrade of more than a dozen industrial chains in the alliance.

In contrast, the financial subsidy paid by the league for this is simply insignificant.

It is no exaggeration to say that Chu Guang has made long-term preparations for the war.

As a result, what he didn't expect was that it had only been three weeks since the battle officially started, and they actually made a profit from the cafeteria?

Xiao Qi, who was sitting on the pen holder, looked at him with piercing eyes and gave him a thumbs up in admiration.

As expected of the master! Others lose money in wars, but the master not only didn't lose money, but also made a fortune!

Chu Guang coughed dryly.

...Even if you praise me, it won't do any good.

how come?

Holding her chin in both hands, Xiao Qi made a shy look, staring at him with her big bright eyes through her fingers.

Happy master is the happiest thing for Xiao Qi... Hehe.

Alas? !

Chu Guang glanced at the little guy in surprise.

Why does it feel like this guy is getting smarter?

But who did you learn this nonsense from?

Is this how it is used?

I always feel that the master is thinking about impolite things...

Staring at Chu Guang suspiciously, Xiao Qi folded her arms in front of her chest, her slightly raised lips seemed dissatisfied with his surprised expression.

With a slight cough, Chu Guang brought the interrupted topic back on track.

No, I was just thinking... I was negligent before, and almost forgot our old profession.

The alliance was developing so fast that he forgot about the salaries in the pockets of those soldiers.

Including the task rewards he sent to the players himself.

These guys won't be able to spend the money on the Dawn City anyway, and in the end, most of the money is exchanged at the bank exchange on the official website.

It's better to let them spend it on the front line.

What the alliance lacks now is not productivity, but a place that can release productivity and generate positive benefits. Maybe relying on the spending power of these guys, they can forcefully spend a settlement.

This kind of thing is not impossible.

According to reports from the front line, some vendors in Groom Town even drove the ox carts to the terminal station of the railway—the Weifu military base station where non-military personnel are not allowed to take the train, and set up stalls there to sell some locally produced milk. , mare's milk and other dairy products.

When survivors from other places in Jinchuan province also gather, over time, a new settlement may form there.

Old business? Xiao Qi tilted her head, not knowing which one Chu Guang was referring to, after all, he played too many tricks.

Heavy industry barbecue, light industry beer...Of course, the conditions are better now than before, and there are other things besides food.

Chu Guang smiled lightly, waved his index finger lightly in the air, and moved the holographic screen to open the window for dispatching tasks and server activities.

His brains are limited, but he believes that the brains of his little players are unlimited.

...send some life professional players to the front line.

...

While the coalition forces on the northern front were busy cooking, the mutants on Shifeng Mountain were also feasting on cooking.

But what is being done is not rice, but livestock or people like livestock.

The Torch Church provided them with abundant food and tools for reproduction.

Ever since the fire in Haiya Province was ignited, they have held a big feast every day, and the good days have never stopped.

Although two hilltops have been lost, these green-skinned guys are not in a hurry.

This fierce battle has just begun, and the coalition forces of human things have only just entered their home field.

In addition to things that can make holes, they also have things that can fly. When the group of human things really reached the halfway up the mountain, their nightmare began.

They will tear up those guys bit by bit, use their blood and internal organs to sacrifice the dead of the same kind, and please their King of Beasts!

Broken Blade Mountain.

The green-skinned mutants and goblins on the entire mountain are busy preparing for the battle.

Except for one guy.

In a spacious cave, a big green-skinned man with a length of about ten meters was sitting in the middle of a pile of human skeletons like a rockery, dozing off.

The green skin is like moss that hasn't seen the sun for a long time, and the pits are like toads. Its arms are like the shovel of an excavator, and the grunting sound from its mouth is like thunder. The saliva hanging from the corner of its mouth drips on the bones below it from time to time, making a corroded sound.

Its name is Oron, the leader of the Rock Ax clan, the big guy with the best appetite and the strongest strength in the entire tribe, and also a natural mutant that rarely appears among mutants.

As an exception to the Gestalt life body project, it has some characteristics of a super mutant. Even if its head is smashed, it will not die, but will go crazy because of losing its mind. It can carry more than Roshan.

Although he looked like a severely obese disabled person in his deep sleep, he was not slow at all when he was awake, and could even slap a tank into the air.

At this moment, there was a movement at the door, and the ear hanging on the head was lifted up like a pig's ear. Oulong, who was asleep, raised half of his eyelids, and grunted heavily. He hummed dully.

what's up?

This is one of its special functions, only half of the head is awake, and the remaining half of the head is still asleep.

Standing at the entrance of the cave, a middle-aged man in a white robe said in a calm voice.

I have good news for you.

Oulong snorted expressionlessly.

explain.

The man said slowly.

Soon you'll have a good meal.

Oron let out a muffled laugh, like a roaring dragon.

Then I'm really looking forward to it.

After speaking, it closed the half eye again, and seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

The man nodded, turned around and disappeared into the cave, as if he had never been there before.

Oulong, who was sleeping soundly, opened his eyes, and a hint of impatience flashed in the amber pupils.

Although many people in the tribe called that human bastard the Beast King, he didn't like this pretender very much.

Obviously it is the king of beasts!

It's a pity that that guy is transparent.

Throwing stones at him or spitting on him will go right through him.

As long as that guy has an entity, it would have eaten him in one bite!

...

While the human soldiers and mutants on the northern front were busy cooking, Iser and his 10,000 subordinates who got on the wrong boat and ran to the Baiyue Strait finally had their first hot meal.

Holding a golden stick-shaped bread, Iser, whose mouth was full of oil, couldn't help asking.

What's this?

Fried sticks.

Glancing at this new guy, Fang Chang standing on the pier said concisely, Remember, this is your first meal after you go ashore. From now on, this place will be called Youtiao Port.

At noon yesterday, the Jungle Corps dispatched a team to go deep into the jungle on the south bank to wipe out the local alien species, and cooperated with the Goblin Corps' W-2H seaplane to pull out at least five nests.

Around noon today, this group of soldiers of the expeditionary force landed on the south bank of the Baiyue Strait, camped on the beach, and cooperated with the construction team of Chips Port to build a simple wooden pier on the south bank, pulling up the sea along the coastline. Underwater isolation net.

In the evening, the supply ship at Chip Harbor finally delivered the fried fritters before the soldiers were hungry.

Unexpectedly, the Alliance would give them bread. The Ratmen soldiers were so excited that after receiving the rations, they stuffed them into their mouths one by one.

In Borneo, bread is at least affordable for citizens with a decent job, and most people are eating dirt and beans.

Although the bread was a bit oily, no one disliked it at all. On the contrary, they were moved to tears by the alliance's generosity.

In fact, not to mention those soldiers, those officers who were born as citizens have never seen this kind of oily bread.

Although some delicacies from Dawn City have appeared in Jin Gallon Port, due to factors such as customs closures and distance, the alliance's food culture has not yet entered the hinterland of Borneo Province, and has only spread in a small area in its surrounding areas.

Even if these officers had seen some of the world, they couldn't bear to eat dry food at sea for two weeks, and the birds almost faded out of everyone's mouths.

Not to mention the low-level military officers, even Mr. Iselvan's eating was not very elegant. While chewing and swallowing vigorously, he muttered with his mouth full of oil residue.

Thank you... We will remember your help to us, and I will say a few words of kindness to His Majesty after the war is over.

Fang Chang chuckled, ignored his stubbornness, and continued in a businesslike tone.

You are welcome, you did a good job today, this is the reward you deserve. Starting tomorrow, we will arrange new tasks for you, including the construction of barracks and road construction, etc... If your performance meets our expectations, We will pay you salaries.

Hearing what Fang Chang said, Iser was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly said angrily when he came back to his senses.

Wait! We are here to fight, not to help you repair the port!

He understands dock repairs.

After all, people can hold driftwood and swim to the shore, and the supplies will be useless if they are soaked in the sea. Tens of thousands of people are waiting to eat, and they can't all rely on the small boats to send them to the shore one by one.

He can even understand building a barracks, after all, his people also need a place to live.

But what about road construction?

How did they make it look like they came to open up wasteland!

However, although this guy's mouth is not usually hard, the chewing movement of his mouth has not stopped at all.

Fang Chang laughed.

Then you can buy the bill.

Isel nodded.

one?

Fang Chang rolled his eyes.

That's right, you don't think the food is free, do you?

When Iser heard this, the fritters in his mouth almost fell on the beach, and he pulled it off and said in a hurry.

Wait, didn't you... say you would take on our supplies? What about your promise on sticky donors?

Fang Chang explained patiently.

We did promise to take care of your supplies, but it's not free. In addition, I've heard that your emperor did recharge your meal cards for you, but the money was in the canteen of the Weifu military base. Here and The Weifu military base is at least 1,000 kilometers away, and it is impossible for us to let them come over and set up a stove for you.

Isser was in a hurry.

What's the difference? Aren't they all your settlements?

Fang Chang resisted the urge to roll his eyes and said patiently.

What is the difference? Potato Fries Port is Potato Fries Port, Weifu is Weifu, can you understand that one thing is one thing?

Explaining the rules to this guy is too much work.

Looking at General Iser who was still in a daze, Fang Chang took a deep breath and decided to change his communication method.

Listen, we are not benevolent managers, let alone charity. If you want to eat, you have to pay for it. If you have no money, we can lend it to you, and we can even be generous without interest, but you must repay it in our way This debt, otherwise, let your majesty pay for it, or you can find a way by yourself, don't expect us to support you for nothing.

Iser was so angry that his face turned blue and white, and he wished he could point his gun at this guy's head.

But thinking of His Majesty's most elite gray wolf army being beaten up by this guy, and all the rat people behind him, he could only swallow his breath.

Looking at the silent General Iser, Fang Chang suddenly thought of something, and said with a smile.

Be happy. Actually, this is not a bad thing. If you know the situation on the northern line, you will thank me.

Issel asked subconsciously.

What happened on the Northern Front? Has a fight started?

Fang Chang didn't answer his question, but asked with a smile.

Do you know a guy named Modric?

Isaiah said immediately.

The commander of General Barbita! I know him, what happened to him?

What happened to him? Fang Chang smiled faintly, and continued, Last night, he went to reincarnate with his subordinates.

The Legion fired two 400mm heavy cannons. Judging from the explosion effect, it should be a thermobaric bomb or something similar. In short, the power is amazing.

Although the effect against the mutants below the mountain can only be said to be mediocre, all the people on that mountain, whether dead or alive, were blown away by this shell.

Barbita claimed that the guy named Modric was killed in a battle with mutants.

However, the players of the Death Corps clearly saw that there were still some people fighting on the mountain when the shell fell.

Those people are not like ordinary soldiers, but more like officers.

After all, they also noticed how low the morale of the rat tribe soldiers was.

The name of that unlucky guy appeared between the lines in the forum discussion posts on the official website, but it was only a few sentences.

Fang Chang didn't sympathize with that guy. After all, he didn't know him and didn't care, but he felt that the person in front of him didn't know what to do.

The survivors of the Golden Gallon Port don’t need to thank themselves. After all, Baiyue’s local behavior is more of a business, exchanging advanced methods and technologies for local labor. When they didn't pass, those people could live by eating dirt, at most they suffered some sins that they deserved.

But these guys, I pulled them out of the gate of hell, so that they don't have to roll into the meat grinder like the clones.

And he's still picking and choosing.

If you still want to eat tomorrow's breakfast, then do as we say.

Throwing down such a sentence, Fang Chang shook his head, turned and walked towards the pier.

Watching his back, Iser swallowed, only feeling the hot sweat on his back, but his palms were slightly cold.

The moment he heard that Modric was off, he suddenly felt that it was good to be on the wrong boat...

Not far away, several rat tribe cannon fodders carrying shovels exchanged blank glances, but they were thinking about other things in their hearts.

breakfast?

What is breakfast?