This Game is Too Real

   Chapter 212 Wartime Regulations!

   On the streets of Boulder City, the closed doors and windows were slammed by the wind.

   There were no pedestrians on the street, only in the middle of the road, a group of poor people in ragged clothes were pushing carts of snow to be dumped outside the city.

  In the slums on the edge of the outer wall, there are crushed shacks everywhere, and the unkempt people braved the whistling wind and snow, rummaging through the snowdrifts to find their missing relatives and friends. Others stood numbly beside collapsed shacks, or knelt on the ground in prayer.

  The wooden pole swayed by the wind was left unattended across the gate of the slum, and the two loudspeakers were tied to it with iron wires, intermittently emitting that disturbing glib.

   "...Hello, dear listeners, hello, this is the Voice of Boulder City, and I'm your dearest host, Mr. House."

"Just ten minutes ago, a sudden blizzard swept the southern part of the River Valley Province. This blizzard is expected to last for two hours, but please don't worry, in front of the towering giant wall, whether it is a turbulent 'wave' Not even the howling cold wind can hurt us in the slightest! Under the leadership of the great city master, we are invincible!"

   "However, our neighbors were not so lucky."

   "Although our observation station could not see the situation in the neighbors' homes due to the heavy snow blocking the view, I can imagine what a bleak scene it was."

   "If your house collapses, please don't be sad, the Wind from afar Hotel will always welcome you!"

   "This will be your second home!"

  …

   The sudden blizzard made the entire northern suburb of Qingquan City a mess.

  Especially the little players who hunt in the Elm area. Fortunately, the VM has its own map and compass functions, otherwise they would have almost never walked out of the forest.

   There are trenches and foxholes left by the Legion everywhere. They step into the trenches without saying a word, and occasionally they can touch dead people who have not been eaten by jackals, hyenas, and mice...

   Overall, players are not too affected by the blizzard.

   Even if someone is in trouble occasionally, they can send a distress signal through the map, and when nearby players see it, most of them will eagerly rush over to help.

   However, compared to the optimism of players, the situation of NPCs is not so optimistic.

  Two of the tribal huts collapsed, and a cowshed collapsed.

  Chu Guang released a mission, and asked Teng Teng, who often dealt with tribesmen, to send them two boxes of bandages, and asked players with first aid and veterinary experience to help rescue the wounded and livestock.

   As for the brick factories and industrial areas along the river, the condition is not bad.

  Because they are all brick houses, they are not affected much by the blizzard. Workers are staying in the factory, the temperature inside is much higher than outside, and the problem of keeping warm is not too big.

   However, on the Changchang Farm side, the situation was a bit tragic.

  Although the "bubble houses" that the Pioneer helped build were all right, and some of the brick houses built later were also good, but when we arrived at the camp for refugees at the east gate, it was a complete mess.

  The houses of the nomadic herders are made of wood, and most of the houses are fairly resistant to blizzards.

And most of the shacks that these refugees live in are made of aluminum alloy plates and steel bars picked up from the wasteland, not to mention to withstand blizzards. fly.

   In the face of this sudden blizzard, the shacks of the entire refugee camp can only be described with the words "completely destroyed".

  The whole camp seems to be razed to the ground!

   "Is this our new home?" Looking at the messy camp in front of him, the man standing at the entrance of the camp, his frozen face was filled with confusion.

   Wreck of a shack.

   Garbage buried in snow.

   and the wounded lying on stretchers...

   Standing behind the man was a group of villagers with large and small bags on their backs. They came from the Dongliu camp, and many of them had just escaped from the butcher's knife of the predators, with injuries on their bodies and only simple bandages.

   After a night of rest at the New Union Gas Station, they were arranged in the first group to go to Changchang Farm.

However……

  When they came here with a longing for a new life and a sudden blizzard, they saw such a picture.

   That longing for a new life can not help but cast a haze.

   "So where is the camp?"

   "Maybe not in the first place..."

   "I'm starting to miss my cottage, I just made it a fireplace...damn."

   "Don't think about it, there's no going back there."

  While the villagers from Dongliu Camp were silently watching everything in front of them and they were at a loss, the refugees standing in the messy camp were also looking at them.

   Those eyes were mostly suspicious and vigilant.

  Although there are occasional new people to join them, but it has never been like today, so many people come at one time, there are more than a hundred people.

   "Is the disaster so serious?"

   "Bone Chew... Chaos is spreading."

   "The big horned deer will come again, please bless me and wait for peace..."

   Jiu Xun, who led his clan to search and rescue his compatriots, frowned at these newly arrived refugees, turned and returned to the camp to find his brother.

   in the crowd.

   Ma Shan, who was shivering from the cold, opened and closed his lips tremblingly, and his eyes were desperate.

   "I said earlier... We should have fled south long ago. Now, it's all hell. We have nowhere to go."

  The soldier wearing the exoskeleton said that he would take him to see the manager, but until now, apart from the guards who came to ask him a few questions, it seemed that there was no more.

   Maybe the manager didn't want to see him.

   There was no hope in entering the sanctuary, and there was only despair in his heart.

  The cold north wind slashed his face like a knife, and he felt the eyes behind him, and Ma Ma's Adam's apple moved, and it felt as if his neck was frozen.

   "...Otherwise, I'll go to the manager."

   After all, he was the representative of Dongliu Camp and agreed to the transfer plan for the refuge.

   Hearing his son's words, Ma Zhanqiu slowly shook his head.

   "When everyone is unlucky, it's not easy to find anyone."

   No one is obliged to save them.

  The only one who can save them is himself.

   was silent for a while, then he looked back at the villagers and shouted in a hoarse but still loud voice.

   "Looks like it's going to take a while for a warm bed and hot soup."

   "The wounded, the elderly and the children looked at the luggage, and the others followed me."

   "Our saviours are in trouble, we have to help them!"

  The survivors of Dongliu Camp joined the search and rescue effort.

   Thanks to their participation, more people buried under the snow were soon brought out.

   A lot of people were only breathing faintly, but they were all still alive, just frozen.

   They were carried into temporarily dug trenches, where they could shelter from part of the wind and snow.

   The guards set up temporary rescue stations on the trenches, gathered the wounded for rescue, and helped the wounded with fractures to immobilize the affected limbs.

  Because the truck broke down on the road, Chu Guang was delayed for a while, and the second half was the long-term farm on foot.

After    arrived at the farm, he quickly found Luca who was directing the search and rescue work at the east gate.

   Coincidentally, the captain of the guard, the wrench, and the head of the refugee camp, Jiu Li, are also here.

  Without greetings, Chu Guang went straight to the point.

   "How's the situation."

   Luca said with a solemn expression and a heavy tone.

"Sir, the disaster situation in the refugee camp is very serious, and almost all the shacks have been destroyed. I have arranged for the laborers of Changchang Farm to drop their work and go to support the search and rescue work. So far, 7 people have been confirmed dead and injured. 21, and there are two people who haven't been found... 80% of them are bad luck."

  Chu Guang's mood sank slightly.

   Jiuli, who was standing beside him, followed closely.

   "Sir, the original camp is no longer habitable. I urge you to allow us to enter the farm. We can assure you that it will not cause you any trouble."

   Before Chu Guang opened his mouth, the wrench looked at Jiuli and said for him.

   "Even if you enter the farm, there will not be enough rooms for you to live in. The new apartment is still under construction. Even if you come in, you will only be able to lay a floor on the open space, which will not solve any problems."

   Jiuli said anxiously.

   "At least the wall can block part of the wind..."

   "How is that possible?" Wrench shook his head and said, "The roof of our guardhouse was blown away, and I just had someone pick it up."

   Jiuli was at a loss for words, and wanted to say something, when old Luca saw this, he also persuaded him.

   "The wrench is telling the truth, and even if we let you all in, it won't make it any better."

  Wrench is indeed telling the truth, Changchang Farm simply cannot accommodate so many people.

The scale of the    refugee camp has grown from 187 people at the beginning to nearly 300 people now. Coupled with the more than 100 villagers in Dongliu Camp, the population might exceed 500.

   There were only 200 single rooms in the dormitories left by the crew of the Pioneer before, and more than half of them had been rented by players who were active in Changchang Farm and Yumu District as a place to go offline. The other half is given to those who have found work on the long-term farm,

   The two "homeless home" apartments currently under construction have a total of only more than 400 rooms. Even if construction of the third one starts now, it will have to wait until the spring of next year at the earliest.

   Putting people in is to treat the symptoms rather than the root causes, it won’t solve any problems, at most it can give them some psychological comfort.

  Chu Guang thought for a moment and looked at the wrench.

   "Do you have the map of the northern suburbs of Qingquan City with you? I mean the paper map."

   "Take it, my lord."

The    wrench immediately took out a map from his pocket and handed it to Chu Guang.

  Chu Guang unfolded the map, stared and searched for a while, and finally locked in the abandoned department store not far from the new industrial area.

   His team of cattle and horses had previously found a personal shelter there, where Boss Xia's workbench was found.

  Chu Guang still remembered very clearly that there was a two-story underground garage, and the space was very large. The radioactive substances and slime molds in it had been removed before.

  Although a small amount of alien species may have spread there during this time, the number should not be many, and it is not difficult to clean up.

   In particular, the most important thing is that the location of this department store is not too far from here, only about five kilometers, and it is close to the new industrial area, which may be able to find some work for some of them.

The only flaws    might be ventilation and hygiene issues, but these are minor issues in the face of a severe snowstorm.

  Before the spring of next year, Chu Guang intends to temporarily settle the refugees here. The conditions here are not very good, but it is better than being left alone in the wilderness.

   drew a circle on the map with a pen, Chu Guang handed it to Jiuli who was standing beside him, and ordered.

"The area around Changchang Farm is all wasteland. Except for the withered short trees and shrubs, it is just some muddy undulating mud. There is no place to shelter from the wind and rain, and there is not enough material for you to rebuild in a short time. camp."

"I don't know when this blizzard will come again. It is not a wise choice to rebuild a camp. Before the winter is over, we must use the ruins left by the pre-war society to build temporary shelter. I know it will not be easy, xenomorph. , disease ... a lot of problems to overcome, but this is the only option right now that will keep more people alive."

   "I need you to organize people to bring the refugees to the resettlement area on the map. I will arrange for the guards to help you build temporary shelters there."

"Afterwards, a batch of wood will be sent to you, and then I will arrange people to help you make fuel. I will try my best to find a way to solve the problem of food, and the ration standard will be the same as when I was here. I can't guarantee how good it is, but I will Guaranteed that no one will die of starvation and cold."

  Although his heart is heavy, Jiuli also knows in his heart that this is the most realistic choice.

   nodded slightly, he said respectfully.

   "Thank you for your generosity, my lord."

  Whether it is to appease the refugees or arrange the transfer work, it takes time. Jiuli did not delay here, and quickly turned and left with the map and the manager's promise.

   asked Luca to assist him in the past, and after explaining that Chu Guang was not idle, he used the administrator's authority to publish tasks without threshold restrictions on the task channel.

  This quest will be posted at the door of the warehouse at the same time, for newcomers who have not yet obtained the VM.

  【Task: Long-term farm needs wood! 】

  [Published object: all players]

  …

   Outpost.

   A group of newcomers gathered in front of the task notice board at the door of the warehouse, staring at the line of words on the list, one or two eyes bulging out.

  【Task: Long-term farm needs wood! 】

  【Requirement: Cut down the marked tree in the selected area, and drag the felled tree to the designated place for loading】

  [Reward: 2 silver coins per tree, 5 contribution points, 10 regional reputation (long-term farm)]

   There was a voice of discussion around, and the voices were all surprised and surprised.

   It's hard to believe!

   "I rely on? A tree 2 silver coins?!"

   "Give back 5 contribution and 10 reputation!"

   "Mom, is this a limited-time event? Why are the rewards so high!"

   As we all know, a LV0 liver emperor can only earn 10 silver coins a day.

After   LV3, the daily income will gradually increase to 15~20 silver.

   The reason for this is that the mechanism of the game determines that the contribution points in the early stage will play a greater role than silver coins. After reaching the citizen level, the benefits of money will rise with the tide.

The    operator's explanation is that only those who have made sufficient contributions to evacuation are entitled to the fruits of their predecessors' efforts and possess more "social resources".

   For ordinary daily tasks, the reward for cutting down a tree is only 5 copper coins, and the smaller ones may only be 2 copper coins.

   And now, it has turned four times!

   And there is no income cap!

   Not only the new players, but even many old players above LV6 are excited to see such an inflated reward.

  The canyon is fleeing the mole: "Could it be that the AI ​​made a mistake when sending the mission? This income is too unreasonable, and the power department cannot be used to the sky?! It is strongly required to plan a mission that can also quickly make money by increasing the agility department!"

   Spring Water Commander: "+1, the intelligence department is going to cry."

   Kill the chicken at midnight: "The logging convoy starts, is there anyone following the car, the speed is private."

  Kakarot: "Brother Killer, take me with you! Hahaha, I'm a power type!"

  The Elf King Fugui: "Brothers, go! Before the dog plan found this bug, let's quickly brush the silver coins to the sky!"

  Leave someone under the knife: "I'm so mad!"

  Quit Smoking: "Oli Give!"

   A group of players rushed to the Elm District in a mighty manner.

  Especially the power-type players, they were all excited like 200-pound children. The logging axes in the warehouse were all sold out, and they vowed to cut a piece of the sky.

   Different from the previous logging tasks, this time the logging area is specified, and there are NPCs marking the trees. Only by cutting down the marked trees can you get rewards.

  The total area of ​​​​the development area is about 10 acres, which is a rectangular area on the map. Pine and cypress trees over 30 centimeters in diameter and over 10 meters in height are all listed.

  3 guards and 8 NPC laborers set up a temporary camp next to the felling area, used simple cutting equipment such as saw blades to process the wood, loaded it into trucks in sections, and dragged it to the long-term farm and the abandoned department store where the refugees were temporarily housed.

  Any child will definitely want to ask, if I make the mark myself, can I cut down a slightly thinner tree?

   Of course Xing.

   That is too much.

   As long as the NPCs are blind enough, they will never find out...

Within an area of ​​  10 acres, Chu Guang sent NPCs to mark wood, and placed 6,000 marks.

   The duration of the entire task, the default is one week.

However, what Chu Guang did not expect was that in just three days, without modern logging tools such as chainsaws, his little players relied on an axe to give all of these more than 6,000 marks to Cleared!

  According to a tree of 2 silver coins, in just three days, Chu Guang issued a total of 12,000 silver coins for these wooden hairs!

   A total of 170 players participated in this mission, with an average income of 70.5 silver!

The best midnight chicken killing in the whole competition, the axe alone broke two axe, one person contributed 120 trees, earned 240 silver in three days, and the logging level rose from 5 to 6, Chu Guang couldn't help but want to give He posted a Forest Destroyer achievement.

   If this trend continues, the chicken killer will probably become the second awakening in the Refuge.

   The strongest version of the power version!

  …

   Long-term farm.

   Temporary office.

   Looking at Chu Guang sitting behind the wooden table, Luca reminded carefully.

   "Sir, we have enough wood at present, and the fuel reserve has returned to above the reserve line you set, but food is still a big problem."

"The weather is getting colder and colder, and the prey we can catch is getting less and less. And we now have nearly 2,000 mouths to feed. If we consume it at the current rate, we may only have enough food to last until the end of this month... "

   After listening to Luca's report, Chu Guang fell into deep thought, and tapped his index finger on the table.

  The first batch of corn will mature in two months at the greenhouse site.

  The actual planting area is about 40 mu, and the estimated yield is 700-800 kg per mu, which is about 30,000 kg.

  The seeds sold by the Pioneer are still guaranteed in yield.

   Wait until the breeding of the planting area on the B3 floor of the refuge is completed, and the entire greenhouse site is completed, and soon a new batch of seeds can be planted again.

   However, far cannot quench near thirst.

   He can print banknotes at will, but after all, he cannot exchange the printed banknotes for food.

   After pondering for a while, Chu Guang said.

   "We need to hold on for another two months."

   "As long as we can persist until the end of January next year, the victory belongs to us!"

   There was no more grain to scavenge around. Chu Guang even sent someone to visit Brown Farm. There was indeed not much left in the granary, and the farmer did not hide the truth from him.

  It is hard to find prey in the forest farm of Yumu District. As for the city...even the mice are almost killed.

   Those slime molds cannot be eaten after all. Even if they are made into active substances, those paste-like liquids cannot be absorbed by the digestive system at all.

  If you don't intend to break through the bottom line of morality.

  There is only one way left...

   Chu Guang, who was sitting at the desk, pondered for a long time, and finally made a decision, opened the drawer to find a piece of paper, picked up the pen and wrote six words on it——

   "Wartime Administration Regulations"

   "Include some food varieties under control, restrict purchases, uniformly distribute and centralize supply."

   This should last for two months.

  Perhaps, he should have done so long ago.

   (end of this chapter)