This Game is Too Real

   Chapter 169 This game is probably planned by a P club

   guns are more persuasive than words at all times.

   Like now.

  Li didn't take too long to make a decision, and he had no doubt that these people in front of them didn't even need a charge to destroy them.

   Even though the refugees behind him were not willing, he still tried to persuade them.

   "We have no choice, they won't let us go forward and we can't go back."

  A ragged wastelander couldn't help shouting: "What if we hand over our weapons and they shoot us directly?"

   "What if we don't hand over our weapons?" Li looked at the man and said, "They don't even need a charge to kill us."

   That wastelander couldn't refute.

There are more than 180 of them, more than half of them are old and weak women and children, and the young and middle-aged men who can form a fighting force are less than 70... and this also includes the children over the age of eight and under the age of fourteen. situation.

   All the firearms combined are only about twenty, and the rest are bows and spears. These equipments are enough to deal with some predators who also pull their hips, but they can only hide far away when they encounter hard stubble.

  It is not the first time they have been driven away by other survivors' strongholds, and almost no one will open their living room in winter.

   At least, these guys didn't fire directly when they had the power to destroy them.

   This is already the greatest kindness...

  After the refugees put down their weapons, Chu Guang asked Wrench to send two people in to take away their weapons, and at the same time kept a promise to set up a cauldron in the open space at the east gate.

  Chu Guang couldn't have given them food as good as the players, but he wouldn't have watched these refugees starve and freeze in the cold wind.

   He posted a mission through VM, and asked tomato scrambled eggs to go to the warehouse to get 50 kilograms of green wheat, and to make a pot of porridge for those refugees.

   At the same time, let the man named Li, along with young and middle-aged laborers who can still work, set up a camp in the open space fifty meters away from the east entrance.

  The terrain here is undulating, dead trees embedded in the snow can be seen everywhere, and there are concrete scraps and a small amount of building debris that can be used.

   Building a shack is an essential skill for every Wastelander, and these people are no exception. After handing them some shovels, carts, etc., the job went fairly smoothly.

   At the same time, the cauldron at the east gate was also propped up. As the water in the pot boiled, Brother Scrambled Egg poured all the green wheat into it.

   Wheat with an oxalic sour taste is difficult to induce appetite, and it takes a while to get rid of the astringent taste.

   But this is for the players.

   For those hungry people who are already dying of starvation, even a little cloudy soup is a supreme delicacy.

  The white gas floating on the pot made all the refugees swallow their saliva, and the speed of building the camp was even faster.

   stood behind Chu Guang and watched, several players whispered.

   "These people look pathetic."

   "It's very pitiful, even the children are helping."

   "However, I didn't expect someone to come as soon as this survivor's stronghold was built."

   "It worked too fast."

   Hearing the players whispering, Chu Guang felt puzzled. Although he asked him to light the cigarettes, he didn't expect that people would be brought here the next day.

   Why didn’t anyone come when the Trailblazer was still there? At that time, the smoke in the camp was much higher than it is now, and his little players got up early in the morning to cook for themselves.

   Happens at this time!

  If these refugees had come two days earlier, the food would have been much better than now. Those on the Pioneer are not short of food and clothing, and they are even more pitiful than themselves. Chu Guang even dared to bet that as long as he expressed that he could accept these refugees, he believed that they would certainly give him a generous amount of supplies.

   As for now, Chu Guang can only say that he does his best.

   Taking advantage of the efforts of these refugees to set up camps, Chu Guang asked old Luca to make a count of their population.

   There are 187 refugees in total, including 61 young and middle-aged men over the age of 14, and the rest are old and weak women and children. There are even 5 infants under the age of one and 4 pregnant women.

  Chu Guang estimated that when their team was the largest, there should have been around three or four hundred people, and they were probably reduced by half along the way.

   But even so, their condition is still much better than the nomads who settled near the wetland park.

  If I remember correctly, Brother Iron Axe walked all the way from the north of the river valley province with his clan, and when we got here, even the man was almost dead, and he even remembered his own seeds.

The    guards have surrendered their guns, but they are allowed to keep knives, axes, and bows.

  According to Wrench's statistics, they handed over a total of 23 iron-barreled rifles of different calibers, including 5 old-fashioned muskets, which really surprised Chu Guang.

   They actually came here with these equipments.

   is really unimaginable.

   "Sir, I was in their camp just now and found that someone contracted typhoid fever." Luca, who had returned from the refugee camp, reported to Chu Guang.

  Chu Guang: "Is it serious?"

"I'm not sure, most of them are in poor health, maybe they're hungry, maybe they're really sick...I can't tell the difference," Luca said cautiously, "I'm worried they'll bring the plague, we neither Doctors also don't have enough medicines to deal with the situation."

   After thinking for a moment, Chu Guang nodded.

   "I see, I'll figure out a way to do this."

  To be honest, Chu Guang didn't have any good solutions.

   Sanitation is not a problem for players at all, at least not the core problem.

   Even if you are not a physique type player, as long as your level reaches LV7 or above, you can basically have 6~7 points of physique, and this is already 120%~140% of the working efficiency of the normal adult immune system.

As for Chu Guang himself, his physique has reached 14, and the working efficiency of his immune system is nearly three times that of a normal person. Not to mention ordinary diseases are useless to him, even a certain dose of poison and lesser degree of radiation will not affect him. are immune to a certain extent.

   Seeing that the manager understands, old Luka paused and continued.

   "Also, it's food..."

"you say."

"We rescue them according to the minimum standard. The more than 180 people consume nearly 50 kilograms of food every day, and the monthly expenditure must be 1,500 kilograms, and this is still under ideal conditions. We got some food from the ship, but I am afraid this winter will last until the end of February next year, or even the beginning of March... Our own food is already very tight."

The number of players in the    outpost is now 500 people, and the daily food consumption has reached an astonishing half a ton. Sometimes old Luca really thinks that those people are just rice buckets, and they don't have the spirit of saving at all, and can't wait to eat twice or even three times the amount of him in one day.

At present, the total grain reserves of the outpost are just over 30 tons, of which the corn, rice and potatoes bought from the Pioneer account for one-third, and the raw meat, jerky, and fish caught from hunting account for one third. to one third.

  The rest are loot from Bloody Hand, Old Leech, and part of Brown Farm's voluntary tribute.

  Conservative estimates, if the current trend continues, these grains will probably last until the end of the year.

   "Food is indeed a problem," Chu Guang thought for a moment, "I will find a way to do this."

   Just a month ago, the food at the outpost was not even enough to feed dozens of people for half a month.

   Big deal.

   Just ask the neighbors to borrow some.

  …

After the    porridge to relieve the hungry was distributed, the noise of the refugee camps gradually subsided.

   Many people have been running around all the way, and they have long been unable to bear the fatigue. Now their stomachs are filled with warm food, they all curled up in sleeping bags under the shacks and fell asleep.

  Although they were asleep, Wrench did not dare to relax their vigilance, and arranged for people to stand on the fence to guard and keep an eye on the situation in the refugee camp.

  Chu Guang was not too worried.

   He didn't even care about the Blood Hand clan, let alone some refugees?

  In the house near the east gate of Changchang Farmhouse, he met the man named "Li".

   This man should be the representative, or leader, elected by this group of refugees.

   "Thank you for your generosity!"

After    entered the room, Li knelt on one knee on the ground, nodded and said, "If it weren't for you, many of us would not be able to survive tonight."

"We don't want to kneel here, get up," Chu Guang continued, looking at the man standing up, "We can provide you with shelter, but you must be conscious of relying on others and abide by our rules and customs. At the same time, you must Clearly, this is not free."

  Li nodded.

   This is a reasonable request.

   Nobody welcomes unruly guests.

   Moreover, before becoming refugees, they also owned homes, and they are conscious of the unwelcome status of "homeless people".

   "What do you need."

  Chu Guang: "It's very simple, work for us, we will pay you, and you can take the pay in exchange for food, fuel, or other things."

Before the B3 floor was unlocked, the number of players was temporarily in a bottleneck. In the absence of new additions, he needed more aborigines to replace the new ones who had grown up and engaged in those low-end, low-value-added repetitive jobs. .

  Although he always teases the players that they work harder than animals, it is impossible to always use them as animals.

   Moving bricks occasionally is to experience life, and moving bricks every day is work.

   Hearing what the adult said, Li's expression relaxed a little, and even showed a hint of joy.

   Originally, in his expectation, it would be good to have a bite to eat. In other survivor settlements, the status of refugees is not higher than that of slaves. As for the reward, he never thought about it.

   "Thank you for giving us the chance to live."

"We can only give you the chance, it's up to you whether you can seize it or not," after a pause, Chu Guang looked at him and continued, "I heard from my subordinates that you had a survivor settlement before. In other words, you are not nomads?"

  Li nodded quickly.

   "Yes, my lord."

  Chu Guang: "Tell me what you guys know."

  Li immediately said: "We will do a lot, including hunting, farming, weaving hemp rope, we also have carpentry and blacksmith... As long as you need it, we can do it for you."

   Seeing Li hurriedly selling, Chu Guang nodded slightly satisfied.

   Hunters, carpenters and other craftsmen are exactly what he needs, as for blacksmiths, with a little training, they can be arranged in steel mills.

   Although these laborers are not as high-quality as his players, they are still better than nomads. However, relatively speaking, the physical fitness of these survivors may be slightly weaker, and they did not bring the livestock that Chu Guang wanted.

   "These two days, you should settle yourself first."

   "Wait two days and I'll arrange things for you."

   "By the way, your name is not very auspicious and confusing. You can either add a surname to yourself, or I will give you a first name."

  Giving a name and a surname means acceptance, but it also means acceptance of conversion.

   I didn't expect the lord here to be so generous, the man was overjoyed and said quickly.

   "Please give me your name!"

  Chu Guang thought about it and said.

   "Our name is Changchang Farm here. Your surname is not suitable for Chang, so just take the surname Jiu and change the word Li to Li Dawn."

   "From today onwards, your name is Jiuli."

  …

  Official website:

  【Announcement: A group of homeless people (prosperity +50) came to Changchang Farm.

  【Long-term Farm has added the "immigrant tide" buff: the demand for food and fur has increased, and the population inflow has increased. 】

  【Old Luca’s troubles: We don’t have much food, so we can’t always feed them. It would be nice if we could find something for them to do. (Hint: There are many excellent hunters and craftsmen among the refugees. After reaching the "friendly" prestige level, they can run industries in the local area and hire them to work.)]

  【Today’s recommended recipes: salt and pepper corn, Mapo tofu (it’s okay to be neither spicy nor spicy)】

  【The Rattan House: The Rattan House is new, and a lot of silk fabrics are waiting for you. 】

  Tail: "!! New plot! What did you do when Tail was not around?!!!∑(Дノ)ノ"

   Quit smoking: "Damn it! There's a new NPC!? The planning dad is awesome!"

  The fleeing mole rat in the canyon: "It really made me guess, the prosperity is really linked to the NPC population! It's just that this value doesn't seem to be calculated by a fixed formula based on the population, but is driven by events?"

  Ye Ten: "I suspect that the operator recruited a P agency to plan it in, and wait for the law of our ancestors to be immutable and the comet to come over our heads. (Funny

  Irena: "Speaking of which, what was the result of your claw crab hunting? Are you done? (funny

  Siss: "Oh, don't mention it, Awei sent me away first, and he came down after a while."

  Tail: "Wait, that can blame the tail! There is a problem with that bazooka, it can't be fired at all! It will also breathe fire backwards! (д;

  Xiao Xiaoxiao Bookworm: "How could the recoilless gun not spray..."

  Tail: "But the mosquitoes sold obviously don't breathe fire!"

  Xiao Xiaoxiao Bookworm: "That's because his thing is not a recoilless gun at all, how can it penetrate deeply? It's a heartless gun on his shoulders."

   Mosquito: "!!! This can also involve me!"

  Yaya: "Hahahaha! Chi! Hahahaha! Dish! o(*≧▽≦)ツ"

  Because of the heroic sacrifice of the tail and Sisi, it reminded everyone that this tube is not a joke like a mosquito's cannonball. When firing, don't point your **** at anyone.

   In short, the VM and equipment are picked up.

  OB is only three days, no problem.

  The arrival of refugees has caused a lot of topics in the official website forum, but it has not become the focus of discussion among players as before.

   After all, this is not the first time that refugees have come here. There are too many things that happened today, and it is impossible to discuss.

   Macabazi, who got the seeds from the manager, communicated with people about how to grow corn in the forum.

   The mission of Refuge 117, which Brother Mole and Mosquito jointly tackled, also attracted the attention of many players. This mission is suspected to be related to the main line of the game.

   But unfortunately, no progress today.

   The situation under the subway entrance is very complicated.

   As Boss Xia said, there are hundreds of eaters, let alone creepers.

   A "Black Swan" with limited ammunition is simply not enough.

   They need more automatic weapons and projectiles such as molotov cocktails and earth grenades. After two days, the automatic rifle with a unit price of 200 silver coins is officially on the shelves, and the situation may be better.

  Compared to the bad news that the raid on Vault 117 was blocked, the good news is that the second floor of the greenhouse site has been successfully captured by the cattle and horse team.

   They successfully controlled the gate between the 2nd underground floor and the 3rd underground floor, and now the space on the 2nd underground floor of the greenhouse site has also been liberated.

   Incredibly, even after two centuries, the facilities there are still running slowly in energy-saving mode.

   Many of the light strips on the petri dishes are broken, but some are still lit. The indoor temperature is about twenty-five degrees, and the spirit leaves in the petri dish are in good condition.

  Fang Chang wrote a guide, which is a summary of the play skills of insect-type alien nests.

   However, players on the forum are obviously more concerned about how much money the cattle and horse teams have made from the second underground floor of the greenhouse ruins than the strategies that are temporarily unavailable.

   Fang Chang did not say.

   But Chu Guang, who was peeping at the screen, knew it. After all, he personally gave them the money.

  Comprehensive dungeon difficulty and income calculation, they got a total of 1200 silver coins, 4 people divided equally, and one person got 300 silver coins.

   As for the cost, Chu Guang did not calculate it for them, but it is estimated that they consumed some ammunition.

  If you use cold weapons to grind slowly, even if there is a heavy armor that can withstand it, it is estimated that it will take a long time to grind. And they have to hire a lot of manpower and rely on crowd tactics.

   The profit is shared, and it is not as cost-effective as consuming some ammunition.

   After returning from Changchang Farm, Chu Guang finished updating the announcement, sat in front of the computer in the residents' hall, and browsed the official website.

  Many players have begun to discuss what work should be arranged for those refugees.

  Some say they open a textile factory, and some say they open a cement factory. Anyway, there are all kinds of them. Of course, starting from version 0.8, the establishment of a factory has requirements for regional prestige, and it needs to be friendly (1000) or more.

  Complete the task of helping the development of the region, you can increase the prestige of the region, or directly donate the materials needed by the local, you can also quickly improve.

  The players complained one after another, this setting is simply copied from the ride.

  May the dog plan a long life!

   In addition, what caught Chu Guang's attention was that Commander Quan Shui, with a perceptive Meng Xin, found an abandoned military camp in the northern town.

  The barracks was small, like a base of operations, on the playground of a community school.

In the early years of the   Wasteland Era, it seemed that a group of refugees had been hosted there, but it may have been evacuated soon, so it did not develop into a survivor's stronghold like Bate Street.

  The spring water went around there, but didn't find anything useful.

  The entire school was searched cleanly, and even the bookshelves of the library were mostly demolished. I think it was used as firewood by the local survivors in the early days of the Wasteland Era.

"...weird, the town seems to be a dead city, and so is the school. There are no traces of survivor activity, no predators, just the stuffed gnawing and the smelly The basement...we didn't have enough equipment to go deep into the building to explore."

   "I'm going to go and look for it tomorrow, maybe I can find something."

  Chu Guang was also curious about what they could find there.

   Although it is estimated that the place has been raided countless times in the past two centuries, according to his experience, there is always something left that has not been taken away.

  While Chu Guang was sitting in the shelter and surfing the Internet, fifteen kilometers north of Changchang Farm, several men with rifles and thick coats were carefully searching for something nearby.

   "That group of people shouldn't have gone too far." The man with the beard muttered and tugged at the dog chain in his hand.

   The hound he was leading hissed and growled, sniffing the ground carefully.

   Suddenly, the hound raised his head sharply and barked wildly towards the south.

   The man leaned over, patted its head, and then put out his index finger and wiped it on the ground.

Below the   snow are the traces of footprints.

   He got up again, and squinted at the south.

   "It ran pretty fast."

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   (Sorry! It’s four minutes late... I mean, today should be 4D? But I forgot the progress bar. (Д))

   (end of this chapter)