This Game Is Too Realistic

The potatoes are gone.

!!

sad.

Damn business.

Ideal city, idiot.

“The barbecue rice is good, recommended.”

Taste.

...

It's really good.

good!

really not bad.

satisfy.

!!!

...

The entrance of the cafeteria.

A group of soldiers from the 100th Mountain Division were dumbfounded looking at the Alphas who were busy cooking.

Good guy, eat three bowls alone?!

Are these guys all pigs?!

Seeing the way these guys gobbled it up, the young man couldn't help swallowing.

What's so delicious?

While he was still hesitating, a group of boys next to him eagerly rushed forward.

Have a bowl and try...

I'll have a bowl too.

Wait for me!

Not long after, there was a long queue before picking up the meal.

People from the Free State and other settlements saw the people from Ideal City queuing up there, and followed behind to join in the fun.

As we all know, the things in Ideal City are the best, and the things that make the residents of Ideal City line up are also delicious in the world.

Even if the cafeteria prepares more dishes in advance, it cannot hold tens of thousands of people together to order those dishes.

In this way, under the trend of an inexplicable trend, it didn't take long for everyone to dry up a large plate of barbecue.

Those who got the meal ate with relish, while the rest were swallowing their saliva.

A group of people did just that and waited.

Some people who couldn't wait ordered some other dishes to pad their stomachs, and found that the taste was surprisingly good, so they looked forward to the signature dish of the second.

Today's victim is the cumin-flavored bulgogi bibimbap.

Surprisingly, it's not the barbecue meat that's out of stock, but the barbecue sauce and cumin for bibimbap...

...

Eat, eat, eat, you idiots know how to eat all day long! What else do you do besides eat!

In the open space outside the military base, a line of dejected and disheveled soldiers stood.

Several Rat people wanted to speak but dared not speak, so they could only hold their heads in silence.

The sir is right.

They also feel that they are not made for war, so just scold them.

But the problem is that they didn't eat it either!

The meal card of the fanboys in Ideal City is 3000 silver coins, and their meal card is only 100 silver coins.

The reason why there is 100 is because there is a minimum recharge threshold for opening a card, and it cannot be done below this number.

Thank goodness for this threshold, otherwise they would have no doubt that General Barbita would not even give them 100 silver coins.

There is no red soil to eat here, and there is not even a village to rob, and those grooms who sell goods on horseback seem to be more capable than them...

Seeing the hopeless appearance of these guys, General Babita became furious, wishing to tear off the belt attached to his stomach and give them two whips.

These people are all under Commander Modric's command, that is, those guys who escaped from the position yesterday.

But what made him angry was not entirely the cowardice of these guys that killed Captain Modric, but another thing that happened yesterday.

At that time, he was eating in the canteen of the barracks, and happened to see the airship commander of the Legion-General Lium.

Based on the standpoint that the two sides are allies, he immediately moved up with a plate. He wanted to say hello with a smile, but he was scolded before he even sat down.

It's so fucking useless, that idiot McLenne taught you this? Shameful thing! It's not as good as it! I can kill more people with one bombardment than you can fight for half an hour! Pooh, I haven't persisted for half an hour, it's not as good as Lao Tzu's clone!

That guy's voice was so loud that the whole cafeteria could hear it.

Inexplicably, Babita's face turned green and pale at the time.

Although this guy scolded McLennan, he was still full of grievances.

I didn't even blame this guy, and threw the shell on the head of Commander Modric who hadn't had time to retreat.

However, the Weilante is His Majesty's friend, so he still didn't dare to talk back, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, he walked away disheartened with his plate.

no way.

When he got angry outside, he could only vent his temper on his own people.

After roaring for a long time, General Barbita took a few breaths, unscrewed the cap of the bottle, took a sip of water, and cursed a few more words.

... What a bunch of trash! Mice are indeed mice. It's unrealistic to expect you to win the battle. Why don't you plant something here to save some food!

As he spoke, he waved his index finger, shook his head and turned his back.

Seeing this, the officer standing next to him hurried forward, took his place, stood in front of the group of Ratmen soldiers, and shouted loudly.

Starting today! I am your commander-in-chief, Kumar! Since you are not good soldiers, return your guns to your Majesty and go farm! This piece of wasteland under your feet is your mission, and I need you to take it Dig up the land and plant cabbage and potatoes here! This is your last chance to prove that you are still useful!

When hundreds of soldiers heard the words, they looked at each other in blank dismay, exchanging bewildered glances, and were at a loss for a while.

farming?

What are you kidding?

They came to fight, not to be farmers.

However, Barbita obviously didn't joke with them, and walked to a rented truck and waved his hand.

A dozen soldiers who followed him immediately jumped onto the truck, dragged down the bundles of sacks containing hoes and shovels, and piled them up on the ground into a hill in a short while.

This guy is obviously ready, even bought the tools for turning the ground.

But judging by the old appearance, it is likely to be second-hand goods eliminated by some settlement.

The commander named Makuer pointed to the shovel and shovel on the ground, and roared imposingly.

Each person has three acres of land! Give me at least half an acre of land today!

When will I finish my work! When will I go eat!

...

Under the scolding of the commander, a group of malnourished soldiers could only bite the bullet and started working with hoes.

Most of them are from the western part of Borneo.

The land is full of noble manors and farms, and the people living there are either slaves or serfs. Even a few freedmen have worked in noble plantations.

It is precisely because of this that farming is not a difficult job for them, it is only the difference between experienced and inexperienced.

Several Death Corps players watched from afar with strange expressions on their faces.

...Good guy, is the empire's expeditionary force ready?

Just lost one game and that's it.

Not so...

Looking at the construction site boy Yu Zhuan, who was full of surprise on his face, he rubbed his chin with his big eyes in contemplation, and spoke after a while.

I don't think it's a good thing.

The construction site boy and Zhuan looked at him blankly.

Why?

The indebted big eyes gave him a meaningful look.

If you are on the front line now, and there are these guys behind you, do you think it is better to have them or not to have them.

The construction site boy and Zhuan thought for a while, and then suddenly exclaimed Fuck.

Seems to make sense!

He would rather face the mutants alone than a bunch of unreliable guys standing behind him.

Just as the two were talking, a familiar strange smile came from behind.

Haha, I knew this would happen! So I have solved this problem for you!

Hearing this voice, the two of them turned their heads together and saw that it was Brother Mosquito.

mosquito?!

Aren't you on the southern line? Why are you here?

Arms hooked the shoulders of the two and patted, Mosquito looked up at the imperial soldiers wielding their hoes, and said with a smile.

I'm just wandering around... Hey, come here by the way to expand your business, respond to the call of the manager, and earn some extra money.

The latter is the point.

It would be good for ordinary players to understand the income of a line, but a high-level player like him is naturally not satisfied with the income of a line.

The boy on the construction site and Brick: Good guy, haven't you made enough money from that little Thunder plane?

Mosquito waved his hand and said with a sigh.

That doesn't make much money...Damn it, those design institutes who do reverse engineering have made most of the money, so we'll make a fraction of it.

Seeing this guy's underwhelming appearance, Lian Dayan couldn't help but complain.

Satisfy you, what else have you come up with besides a brain hole?

Mosquito rolled his eyes: You don't need money to set up a factory? Do you think the production line fell from the sky? There are also ruined ones. The successful ones are called Thunderbolts, and the unsuccessful ones don't even have an official serial number.

In order to make that vertical take-off and landing plasma engine fighter, his brother Luoyu fell to his death countless times.

That's a miserable one.

However, he was just talking about earning too little, not really complaining.

After all, he wouldn't do it if it was really an unprofitable business, and he wouldn't do it if he burned money at most.

Moreover, the scientific expedition team made money to send money to the players who did the relic recovery tasks, to unlock more technologies, and form a virtuous cycle of production and research.

Construction site boy and Zhuan: Stop talking nonsense, let's talk about what business you're eyeing again, let's talk about it.

The indebted big eyes who came back to their senses also asked curiously: Yes, I was interrupted by you and almost forgot, what problem did you say to help us solve, what exactly is it?

Mosquito squinted his eyes and smiled, pointing at the truck in the distance and said.

Those rags are what I sold them.

The two were shocked when they heard this.

Fuck?!

Break military discipline, you!

What do you mean by breaking military discipline? Even something that makes up the numbers is worthy of being called an army? You can't even win against goblins! Mosquito rolled his eyes, I tied them here, so you can have fun.

The big eyes and the construction site guy exchanged a glance with a strange expression, and it seems to make sense after thinking about it.

Although it's a bit of a fallacy.

The construction site boy and Brick said with some emotion: How dare you buy the Barbita...

Mosquito said with a smile.

Is there anything you dare not buy? I didn't sell them broken ones, they were just old things.

And this is the first train, just let the deserters use it first, and there are tens of thousands of pieces on the train behind it!

This thing is sold by the pound in Dawn City, and it is an obsolete thing like a sewing machine.

Looking at the two people with surprised faces, Mosquito continued.

I made a calculation with that guy. This battle will take at least a few months, and the food expenses will not be small by then. On this kind of land, the output per season is at least seven or eight hundred silver coins, right? One person reclaims three acres of wasteland, and 20,000 people can at least open up 60,000 acres of land, which must be an output value of tens of millions of silver coins! Is it a loss to spend hundreds of thousands of silver coins to buy some shovels? It’s really profitable!

60,000 mu is 40 square kilometers, a piece of land of 5 x 8 kilometers.

The entire Weifu City is an uninhabited area, tens of thousands of square kilometers are uninhabited, and it is not easy to find a piece of arable land along the upper reaches of the Wei River.

It is also a bit difficult to open up wasteland. At that time, we can sell more than a dozen earthmoving trucks and tractors for plowing to these guys.

if they need it.

But the two people standing in front of him were concerned about another matter.

Is there so much income for one mu of land in one season?? Are you kidding me!

The boys on the construction site and Brick stared wide-eyed, and so did Lian Dayan, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

Cough, ignore the fertilizers, pesticides, and seeds. There are actually so many. Maybe there are more! I remember that the alliance's agricultural subsidies are basically in these three, but that's not the point.

Mosquito smiled and continued.

The point is that when they have cultivated the land and are ready to start planting, I can still sell these three things to them, and then I can make another fortune!

There are naturally no subsidies for things that are sold as exports.

However, he will not increase the price too much, and even sell them at a slightly cheaper price than the market.

After all, he is not a fool, and he doesn't have to buy it from him. If it is too expensive, he will find someone else to buy it.

The construction site boy and Brick obviously thought of this too, rubbing their chins and muttering.

Chemical fertilizers, seeds and pesticides for tens of thousands of acres of land... Fuck, that's worth millions of silver coins, right?

A few million? The profit is about the same.

Mosquito smiled and continued slowly.

It's not over yet. When the crops grow in the field, they have to find someone to sell them?

Debt's big eyes froze for a moment.

Can't you sell it to the cafeteria?

Mosquito looked at him like an idiot.

How is that possible! That's the canteen of the military base, not the canteen in front of your house! They have their own supply chain, and the contracts are signed before the seeds are planted, so how can they buy this kind of temporary planting? thing?

When he said this, a faint smile gradually appeared on his face.

I bet these idiots won't be able to sell! At that time, I will break them and take them away... Believe it or not, this kind of 'organic crops' cultivated by hand may not be as mass-produced as the ones imported by Luoxia Province. It's still cheap.

In fact, in this way, General Barbita can earn a little bit.

After all, its labor cost is approximately equal to 0, and it also suffers from the Rat people's livestock.

But it's not completely bitter, and it's better to work in the rear than to go to the front to grind meat.

According to Sisi's updated post on the official website, apart from the Central Army directly under the Borneo Province and the few armies that the Weilante people helped build for them, the local troops controlled by nobles all implement feudal supply methods .

That is, the emperor spends money, and the general spends money.

Including the procurement of logistics materials, and the distribution of military salaries, etc., are all handled by the latter.

Although the empire's expeditionary force has received the training of the legion, it is too far away from the empire's logistics system after all, and the infrastructure access of the production facilities is too low to even be transported to Silver Moon Bay, so they still use direct payment the old way.

About this point, Mosquito has already fully understood, otherwise he would not have found a new way to stare at this seemingly oily but actually fat stream when everyone is staring at the three companies, the enterprise, the legion, and the academy. Oily fat sheep.

Both of them stared at him with wide eyes.

Good guy.

What an insider...

This Dogecoin is too bad! Lian Dayan couldn't help but sighed, Let's hang it on the street lamp!

How do you talk? Mosquito gave this guy a blank look, If I don't spend money for them, wouldn't they take the money back in their pockets? Is this appropriate!

The construction site boy and Zhuan didn't want to hear it, and just sighed like Big Eye.

The bad one is smoking!

mosquito:……@#% # !

At this moment, neither the Rat tribe soldiers who were busy wielding their hoes nor the players watching the fun noticed that the soldiers from the Free State in the distance were also looking at this side curiously, whispering to each other.

On the tarmac in the distance, four more killer whale transport planes landed with azure blue arcs.

A group of strong men with big bags and small bags walked out of the cabin with their heads held high.

They are all wearing lime-gray painted exoskeletons. The design of the renlian-style equipment looks like a product of Ideal City, but the darker tone does not look like the Pioneer I appearance of the 100th Mountain Division. The bones are so shiny.

General Modlin, who was standing beside the airport and smoking a cigarette, glanced at these people and grinned slightly.

It seems that the soft-legged shrimp on the east coast can also be beaten.

He is the captain of the 310,000th team, and he commanded the battle the day before yesterday. He has also seen with his own eyes how difficult those green-skinned mutants and their goblins are to deal with.

The Church of the Torch used Prosperity Era technology to forcibly pull the group of barbarians to a height that they could not reach. Even though it was not the first time for his subordinates to fight mutants, they still felt a little bit of difficulty.

It is precisely because of this that although the equipment of the 100th Mechanized Mountain Division is indeed good, he is not optimistic about those idiots at all.

If 10 points is a perfect score, the individual quality shown by those people is only 4 points at most.

Because some details are too amateurish, he can't help but suspect that those guys are not a standing army at all, but a group of recruits who have been forced out to make up the number, and they are not even as good as the wastelanders in the River Valley Province. .

But these guys who just got off the plane look like soldiers.

Perhaps these talents are the real elite of the enterprise.

Those are mercenaries from Yunjian Province. The adjutant standing next to him smiled, but his face was full of sarcasm, It's just a group of guys who work their lives for money.

No matter why you work hard, those who dare to work hard are ruthless people. Modlin threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on his boots and crushed it, and said calmly, Don't underestimate them.

Just as the group of soldiers was walking towards the barracks, in the shooting range not far away, a group of boys from the 1st Battalion and 2nd Company of the 100th Mountain Division were receiving their final training before going on the field.

With G9 assault rifles in their hands, they are firing at the green targets.

Equipped with the most elite optical sights and noise reduction helmets, all of them are sharpshooters. Only occasionally one or two shots missed the target, and almost all the shots hit the bullseye.

However, the instructor who was walking behind them in a military green vest was obviously not satisfied with this achievement.

His face was as black as iron, he shouted loudly.

Pick up your spirits!

Your opponent is a mutant who eats people and doesn't spit out bones! And it's the kind of green-skinned guy!

They are stronger, more patient, and more cruel than those scaled murlocs! If you fall into their hands, don't expect to pay the ransom and go home, it's better to pray that they will give you a good time!

This group of young men have long been accustomed to that rough roar.

But there are also some thorny heads who love to show off. They emptied their magazines ahead of time and screamed.

You're right, sir! But we're not going to fall to those fools—

Before he could finish his sentence, he was kicked on the buttocks, and he fell flat on the table, almost turning over and falling into the shooting range.

The instructor grabbed the back of his neck and carried him in front of him like a chicken.

Report before you speak!

Yes, sir!

Let you call the report!

Report! Report!

Looking at the trembling eyes, the instructor narrowed his eyes slightly.

He is a soldier of the 26th commando, and once followed the trail and signal of the Pioneer with the cloud team, and walked all the way from the cloud province to the great desert.

Unlike these guys who signed up for the front line after playing two games of eating chicken, he has not only seen what the wasteland is like, what the mutants are like, and even those unlucky people who were killed by mutants. What does it look like.

But he didn't say anything, he just gave the trembling guy a meaningful look, and then threw away the hand that was holding the guy's collar.

Seeing the recruits who stopped what they were doing and looked over here, he roared loudly.

Look at me! Stare at the thing in your hand! Stare at your target! Pray it won't move and don't pee when you're on the front lines!

The voice of the smelly mouth echoed in the training ground, even the bang bang bang gunfire could not cover it.

After the training ended, a group of people left the training ground in a cloudless manner and flocked towards the cafeteria.

Although they were scolded, this little unpleasantness did not hinder their appetite.

What the hell... After scolding me for three months, I'm going to go to the front line tomorrow!

Haha, Lao Tzu's big sword is already hungry and thirsty!

When the time comes, I will show you the strength of the P city sniper god!

I don't know if there is any LD-47 for sale here, that gun is powerful enough!

Indeed, the G9 assault rifle is too weak! It doesn't match my exoskeleton at all!

I'll ask the brothers of the Alliance to borrow a hand...

The door of the training ground.

Looking at the group of noisy guys, he looked at Su Ming who was standing beside him while paddling in the water, swallowed and asked.

Are these guys... really okay?

Although most of them are so noisy themselves, it's because they don't really die.

And considering the difficult three days, when most people really fought, they still showed their ability to fight seriously.

obviously.

These NPCs are not.

It's more like they don't even know where they're going tomorrow or what they'll see when they get there.

Su Ming looked a little embarrassed, coughed lightly and said.

Don't look at them like this... In fact, they also went to the new barracks to train for three months, so they won't be slowed down.

Paddle on the edge and asked tentatively.

...Virtual reality training ground?

Su Ming tried to explain.

That only accounts for 50% of the training time... We also have live ammunition training and physical training.

Paddle on the edge froze.

Good guy.

It actually accounted for fifty percent!

But there is one thing to say.

The council is still good to this group of rookies. They fired more bullets today than he did in the two years before he changed his job as a firefighter.

Looking at the excellent equipment, I was somewhat envious when paddling on the edge, just like the boys from those companies looked at him with envious eyes.

It's good to be rich...