This Game is Too Real

   Chapter 150 Legion!

  The wasteland in the northwest of Qingquan City.

   Snow-covered pine trees and elm trees emerged from the broken country houses, withered and yellow sea buckthorn swayed under the toppled buildings, the only road was buried by time, and the sky was covered with snow.

  This is the junction of Qingquan City and TS City, and it is also the frontier of the southern city group of River Valley Province.

  Although geographically, this primitive urban area is closer to TS City, but in terms of administrative division, it belongs to Qingquan City, which has a larger population and denser industries.

   It has an original name, the Elm District.

  There used to be a lot of elms and cypresses, and now only those evergreen trees survive.

  In that distant utopian era, this area used to be a famous summer resort. Due to the Linghu Lake in the south, the low mountains and gentle hills in the west, and the occasional breeze and sunset in the forest always make this place full of poetry. Those residents of the two cities who are tired of urban life often come here to live a life of seclusion for a few days. .

Because there are no high-rise buildings here, and every household has a lawn the size of a basketball court, some people will grow some primitive crops in the backyard, which leads to the survivors in this area, but instead, in the early stage of the Wasteland Era, they became self-sufficient for a period of time, forming a A family-based farming community.

   Of course, the place is now deserted.

  The savage green plants have replaced the traces of civilization. In just a few decades, the greening rate of this idyllic small village has soared from 60% to 100%, and now it is impossible to distinguish the edge of the forest and the ruins.

   Facts have proved that once human beings are adapted to industrialization, it is difficult to leave industry for too long.

   Even if many people are tired of the hustle and bustle of the city, 99% of the people will not be able to stand it if they return to the agricultural era.

   And those primitive crops grown as hobbies, let alone to feed the refugees pouring in here, are not enough for the locals to eat by themselves. With the onset of harsh winters, farming communities, large and small, soon disappeared into the snow.

  Due to the lack of recyclable garbage and the dangerous xenogeneic wandering, few survivors visit here, only some merchants who are not afraid of death will choose to settle here.

   However, today, this abandoned city that no one cares about is rarely lively.

   A group of uninvited guests came from the north and stepped into this place in a mighty manner.

   They were armed with uniform bolt-action iron barrels, cheap wooden stocks, and even heavy cast barrels. There was no protective gear, no uniform, only a tattered fur coat and boots with frayed edges barely covered.

  The only uniform equipment on them is probably the electric shock collar around their necks.

   These people are undoubtedly human.

   It's just that in those beast-like pupils, the brilliance and rationality of civilization cannot be seen in the slightest.

   Holding rifles and wearing collars, they are more like a group of tamed monkeys. And those junior officers who were holding the remote control behind them and urging them to move forward were more like living people.

   Those who know what to do can see at a glance who those who wear collars are.

  Clone!

   And it's the cheapest one!

   In the entire Middle-earth continent, there is probably only one organization that can "domesticate" clones on a large scale and efficiently, and put them into the battlefield as an organization.

   That is the Legion!

  Standing next to a dilapidated house, the man in the dark blue coat looked at the troops marching forward, his vulture-like gaze was as sharp as a dagger.

   His name was Vanus.

   Whether it is in the headquarters of the legion or the Eastern Legion to which he belongs, this is an unremarkable name.

   However, contrary to his unremarkable name, he has ambitions to become a general.

  The thirst for honor and power prompted him to join the Eastern Expeditionary Force, following in the footsteps of General Klaas, and marching eastward toward the Great Rift Valley in the northern province of the River Valley.

   According to legend, the "enterprise" in the Far East also sent an expedition there, but unfortunately lost.

   However, Vanus did not want to express any opinion about the failure of the enterprise, and even scoffed.

  In his view, it is only natural that those weak people who are greedy for enjoyment and huddle in the interior of a province do not understand what war is at all, and they will lose.

   And the Legion is different.

   They are warriors born to fight, flesh and blood driven by an iron will.

  Whether it is a clone, a freedman or a citizen, from the moment they are born, the iron law of the Legion has branded a steel stamp on each of them.

Even without advanced equipment, they can still rely on the desire for victory and glory, and the will to victory carved into the bone marrow, to march in four directions at the same time, laying a vast territory on the wasteland of ruins, making countless tribes big and small. Bow down as a minister, offer slaves and tribute.

  The fertile Great Rift Valley will sooner or later surrender to the iron hoofs of the Legion, and there is no exception under the banner of the lions. They will use the seven-day massacre to punish those stubborn resisters and pay homage to the dead heroes.

   Although the battle has been stalemate for a year, Vanus has no doubts about it.

   They are about to win!

   Originally, he and his subordinates were going to participate in the winter offensive, but at this moment, a piece of news that could not be ignored came from afar.

   A moving fortress is heading west!

  According to the information gathered, that fortress is from the far east coast, and is dominated by a group of nobles from the enterprise - of course, senior employees in their own words. From the route, it seems that they intend to head west to find the whereabouts of Vault 0.

   Coincidentally, the Legion was also very interested in Vault 0.

   But logically speaking, this is not something that the expeditionary army should intervene in, and it is not a wise choice to split up to provoke people in the enterprise at this juncture.

  Vanus raised an objection to General Klaas, but the objection was dismissed.

   In the words of General Klaas, in order to break the unbreakable Divine Shield system in the Great Rift Valley, the expeditionary force needs this mobile fortress to process nuclear materials for them and produce cheap and easy-to-use nuclear warheads.

  Although they don’t want to admit it, their tactical nuclear bombs are almost exhausted…

   "How long are we from that fort?"

   Hearing the commander's voice, the adjutant behind Vanus reported in a deep voice.

   "There are still 10 kilometers, sir."

  Vanus nodded and said.

   "Just stop here, as long as they're not blind, they must have spotted us."

The    Legion doesn't have too dark technology, but that doesn't mean they haven't seen it before.

  Vanus' thinking is clear.

   Build fortifications, build positions based on the jungle terrain, and then hit their rear with artillery to force them to surrender.

   I believe that as long as the cannon sounds, those soft-footed shrimps who have not fought hard battles will make a mess themselves.

   "Lay out tinfoil and insulation foam and build your headquarters here!"

   Stepping on the concrete bricks under his feet, he looked towards Vanus in the south, his eyes narrowed into slits.

   "Those tin cans are hard to deal with, but they can't stay there forever."

   "We'll be waiting for them right here!"

  …

  Pioneer, a light fixed-wing drone took off from above the fort and circled along the edge of Elm District,

   At the same time, the combat command center.

  Lu Yang stared at the snow-like bright spots on the screen, frowning gradually.

   "People from the Legion?"

   The drone operator in front of the console replied.

   "Should be, Captain."

   There are more than 2,000 bright and flickering bright spots scattered on the front line 2 kilometers wide and 2 kilometers deep, like beans sprinkled on the ground.

   In addition to the Legion, he couldn't think of any other possibilities.

  Luyan had heard before that the people of the Legion possessed a DNA segment that was forbidden in pre-war society, which could increase the development speed of the cloned human's entire life cycle to 8 times that of normal people.

  These mass-produced cloned slaves can develop from embryos into babies that can be taken out of the cabin in only 1-2 months. After being sent to a crowded nursery, they go through a period of childhood that normally takes eight years to complete in one year.

During the 1 year they will learn the language or it doesn't matter, when the time is up they will be sent to a facility similar to a gladiatorial arena where they will spend their second year - that is, teenagers stage.

   At this stage, their mortality rate is as high as 50%, and some of the elite screening facilities can even reach 70%. These facilities don't teach them how to fight, they just serve as sieves for those who can adapt to the battlefield, or beasts that are fierce enough.

   Those who come out alive will be sent to the front on their 2nd birthday to become a qualified cannon fodder.

  Because the growth rate is 8 times that of normal people, their theoretical lifespan is only 10~15 years.

   But that's not a weakness, because in fact they don't live that long at all. The Legion has never stopped fighting, whether it is fighting against aliens, barbarians, mutants, or other survivor strongholds, the average lifespan of cannon fodder on the front line is less than 3 years, and the longest is not more than 5 years.

  There is a saying that many looters assimilate the dungeons of slaves, and the roots are learned from the legion. They locked the captured slaves in dungeons, made them fight for food, destroyed their spirit and reason, turned the surviving lunatics into cannon fodder, and the surviving cannon fodder into their own people...

   But the Legion usually doesn't have the last move.

   This mass-produced clone can only be a slave, and the final fate can only be death in battle.

  In order to ensure the combat effectiveness of these cannon fodders, they will wear electric shock collars to each cannon fodder, and each ten cannon fodders will be assigned a junior officer to supervise the battle, that is, the ten commander of the legion.

   The team of nearly 2,000 people seems to be huge, but most of the cannon fodder can't actually form combat effectiveness. In contrast, Lu Yang is more concerned about why these people appear here.

   "Did they say anything?"

   "They didn't respond to our radio requests, either they didn't have a radio at all, or they didn't want to talk to us at all."

  Lu Yang nodded.

   "The former possibility can be ruled out."

   "That's the only one left," Li De said cautiously, looking at Captain Lu, "We still have 4 tactical nuclear bombs left, which is more than enough to deal with 2,000 people."

"This is the most optimistic situation, 2,000 people stand in the square and let you blow up," the Marine Corps adjutant Yi Hai shook his head, "They scattered in the forest and built fortifications, unless we raze the entire forest to the ground. Flat ground...but that's impossible, and a conservative estimate would have to be 40."

   Not to mention, the opponent is scattered in a terrain mixed with jungles and urban ruins, and there are obstacles and bunkers that can be used everywhere under that terrain.

   They can greatly reduce the threat of explosives by digging a few foxholes. And those cloned madmen who are like beasts basically have no morale problems. When the switch on their necks is opened, they go crazy, which is better than stimulants.

  Lu Yang pondered and said, "Unless you get a big enough equivalent."

Before Li De could speak, his secretary Wang Jie shook his head and said: "The reserves of uranium-235 are not enough, and too much was used before. Heavy hydrogen can only be extracted by the sea. If we make it...with the remaining energy we have now, we basically don't need to consider it. ."

  As of the end of the Prosperous Era, the use of nuclear energy on this planet has evolved from the early D-D fusion to the third generation of controllable nuclear fusion.

   is pure helium trifusion.

  Under this reaction principle, two helium triatoms undergo a fusion reaction, which will produce two protons and one helium atom, and there will be no neutrons in the middle.

   It is this technology that the Pioneer uses. Naturally, it is impossible to reserve tritium with a half-life of only twelve years.

  Li De rubbed his eyebrows and said with a headache.

"So what do we do now? Are we watching them build fortifications under our noses? They are less than four kilometers away from our resource collection point! As long as they move a little further east, they will find our construction site! "

   "Maybe they've found it, but they're just busy digging fortifications now." A Marine Corps veteran made a reasonable assumption.

"Go ahead! It's nothing to be polite with them! The longer you drag on, the harder this bone will be to gnaw," the Marine Corps adjutant put his fist on the table, "The ten-kilometer range is already dangerous, we can't let them continue down."

   Kindness does not mean weakness.

   Besides, since they are legion members, there is no need to hold back against that group of organized predators.

  Lu Yang is not an indecisive person. He pinched his chin and thought for a moment. After weighing the pros and cons, he made a decision in only three seconds.

   "Offensive at eight o'clock in the evening!"

The    Corps has very little high-tech equipment, and the darkest technology is only individual nuclear bomb launchers and laser rifles, mainly equipped with elite troops.

   As for these people, it is obvious that they are still far from the elite. It is estimated that there are some recoilless guns or bazookas, not to mention self-guided rockets, and there may not be wire guides.

  The Marine Corps of the Pioneer Corps not only has powerful power armor, but also integrates night vision goggles and thermal imaging functions in the helmet eyepieces, and there are fixed-wing small aircraft air support in the sky.

   When it gets dark, beat them as blind!

   Lu Yang, who was staring at the big screen, narrowed his eyes slightly.

   "Since they refuse to communicate."

   "Then use your caliber to teach them to speak human words!"

  …

   Action Camp.

  The players who went to the northern city to pick up garbage are laughing and talking back from the construction site, and they are changing shifts with the Africans and newcomers who came from the outpost.

  Standing in the center of the camp, looking at the vast sea of ​​people returning from afar, quit smoking and shouted excitedly.

   "Group leader! Fang Chang! Gu Feng! Ye Shi! Where are you?"

   shouted for a while, and after a while, four little players who seemed to have come out of a coal mine came and patted his shoulder with a smile.

   "Okay, man, you finally came up."

  Quitting: "Hey, I'm crying too much! Who are you?"

   Fang Chang smiled and said, "I'm Fang Chang! The one who doesn't shave is Lao Bai, the one next to him is Ye Shi, and the one who is boring is Gu Feng."

Ye Shi smiled and said, "I don't agree! What is Lao Tzu the most flamboyant? Isn't the most flamboyant Gufeng? Don't look at this guy who doesn't speak when he doesn't speak, but he can get into the first echelon with the intelligence department. Isn't this enough to show how much he is? Obscene?"

   Gale: "Get out."

  Old Bai went up and patted quit smoking on the shoulder, and said with a hearty smile.

   "It's really not easy for you! I remember that in version 0.1, you made an appointment, right? It should be the best appointment at that time. There are more and more people behind, and it is even more difficult to arrange!"

Quit smoking with excitement on his face: "Hey, I'm in tears when I talk too much! I really watched the reservation threshold change from 10 questions to 100 questions. I smoked 7 times in a row, and I didn't hit a single time. I'm going to split. already."

Old Bai sighed: "It's okay, you're not the only African, you didn't see that many brothers on the forum have started to update "Queue Diary", the game's qualifications for the closed beta test are indeed a little less, and the closed beta test should start. Much better."

"Actually, it's quite a lot," Fang Chang said with a smile, "Which game company can give players so many devices for free? There are already 400 helmets, right? Everyone is anxious to wait, mainly because the game has a high degree of completion. It took me so long to encounter a bug, and I'm honestly surprised."

   Ye Shi laughed and said, "Brother Guang said, I'm working overtime right now, even if you lick me, I can't hear what you're talking about."

   Fang Chang: "Hey! Is your father this kind of person!"

   Lao Bai put his right hand on the shoulder of quitting smoking.

"No nonsense, quit smoking brother, we will go back to the outpost in a while, and there is another one that has not been brushed. Two days ago, Teng Teng pointed out the technique of weaving, and so many people were waiting to change armor, devil moth The demand for the cocoon will definitely go up. The task here is just finished, and we plan to take some time to knock down the B1 floor of the greenhouse site."

   "You can just follow the big army in a while. First familiarize yourself with the operation. The process of this game is quite simple."

   "When you get back to the outpost, we'll take you to the next leveling up!"

   Hearing that he had a thigh to take with him, he immediately nodded happily and smiled.

   "Okay, big guy! I must move the bricks well, and get the equipment out first, so as not to hold back!"

   Ye Shishi sighed with emotion.

"You guys are really lucky this year. As soon as you came out, you caught up with the expansion pack, and it's a big expansion pack with a new map! As soon as you get the reward for this expansion pack, you will graduate directly from Novice Village. It's not like us back then. , I have to build my own stove to burn cement, burn iron blocks, and fight with bows, arrows and spears."

"Yeah, compared to 'land rowing', 'winter is coming' is a little brother. If you need equipment or nothing, you don't have anything to eat. You don't even have a PV for painting cakes. ." Fang Chang also sighed with emotion, "This wave of yours is simply a godsend, as soon as you come out, you will have everything."

  Quit Smoking and rubbed his nose embarrassedly, hehe said with a smile.

   "Low-key, hehe... When you say that, I suddenly feel that my luck is pretty good."

  Ye Ten laughed.

   "Is your heart full of emotion?"

"That is required!"

   At this time, a rolling thunder suddenly came from a distance.

   The five ox and horse group of friends looked towards the north in unison, wondering what happened behind the snow curtain.

   However, at this moment, Ye Shi's face suddenly changed slightly.

   The omen of crisis that came to his mind made him shout out almost instinctively.

   "Lie down!"

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   (The next chapter will be updated at 11:00! October 2/30!)

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