This Game is Too Real

   Chapter 223 This is too peaceful

   A bonfire made of wood burns.

  Mars floats into the sky with the heat wave.

  The herdsmen beat leather drums and bone flutes in front of the fire. The young dancers covered their faces with veils and presented a dance for the New Year on the snow.

   The guards, workers, and players who love to join in the fun, who live near the outpost, also joined in with food and spirits bought from the market.

  Although there is only one glass of free red wine, there are a lot of distilled spirits in the warehouse.

   A long time ago, players used Polygonum grass to make music, and croissants as materials, and brewed distilled wine.

   Compared with the red wine that takes time to taste, it is still this kind of hot and **** spirit, which is more popular with wastelanders.

   It’s just that drinking red and white together, really few people can stand it.

   For a while, the market at the north gate was swaying from side to side.

  Boss Xia wanted to drink, but he was already lying on the table and fell asleep.

   Worried that she might catch a cold, Xiaoyu, who is very good at taking care of others, went to the bank to fetch a blanket and put it on her shoulders on tiptoe.

   A brazier was placed under the table.

  Xiaoyu patted her back and said in a tone like coaxing a child.

   "Don't drink so much next time, okay?"

   However, Boss Xia, who was already asleep, obviously didn't listen, and he didn't know what kind of sweet dream he had.

   "Hey...I still want it."

   Not far away, a taster was looking for the toilet anxiously.

   A little further away, the drake's voice was wailing as if his throat was on fire.

   "Water! Burp - give me water!"

  Makabazi lay on the ground and called, until the construction site boy and the brick stuffed a lump of snow in his mouth, and the guy stopped physically.

  Debt with big eyes and expression like a mask of pain, he said while covering his stomach.

   "Damn, because of something, I feel a growl in my stomach!"

   Edge Waterski looked at his already bulging belly and couldn't help but complain.

   "How much did you eat?"

   "Not much, just 100 million points," Li Dayan hiccupped and said in a vague voice, "Why do you have to eat it again when you return to reality when you have already eaten it in the game?"

   Edge stroke: "..."

   Construction site boy and brick: "..."

   Is this a question that the intelligence department can ask? ?

   Fang Chang, who drank too much, sat crookedly on a wooden chair and started his improvisation.

   He listened to the nomadic percussion music and long-winded bone flute, his index finger beat on the table, and his mouth lightly hummed the newly composed songs.

   "Hmmm..."

   "The gears of the kingdom of heaven fall into the furnace."

   "Boiled molten steel spilled from the pot."

   "The undead natural disaster never stops."

   "We will reforge the realm of mortals."

  “…”

  The roasted hoarse voice was like a saw blade pulling a violin, but in the rough accompaniment, there was an unexpected cadence rhythm.

   is like half a bottle of spirits in the throat.

   is like a forge with the sound of hammering iron.

   Fang Chang forgot the words in the middle of singing, and the players who were booing next to him then made up the words, just like this one sentence after another, and he was stunned to come up with a song.

   It’s just that the more you go to the back, the more outrageous the painting style is. From the holy Terra to Ionia, the slogan “for the revival of the People’s Union” has also become “people live for XX”.

  Although I couldn’t understand what the residents of the shelter were singing, the surrounding aborigines also babbled along.

   The singing dispelled the cold.

   also blows away the barriers between people.

   Even with a completely different culture.

  People's yearning for a better life and the pursuit of beautiful things are the same.

  The heat wave and the firelight reflected on their faces, and the people sitting together did not distinguish between you and me at this moment.

  The drunk Zhao Mouse patted Yu Hu on the shoulder, his face lit by the fire was as red as a monkey's butt.

   "Dude, am I right? Life here is amazing!"

  Yu Hu drank a little too much, and burped drunkenly.

"you're right……"

   "Next year, next year I will definitely move here!"

   On the snow in front of the bonfire, a dance ended.

   The shy girl from the Frostspear clan bowed slightly.

   But people weren't going to just let her go.

   "One more!"

   "Bring your crush!"

"Whoa whoa!"

  Under the coaxing and instigation of the people, the young girl of the Frostspear tribe gathered up her courage, but instead of picking her dream lover in front of the bonfire, she walked to the dark blue power armor.

   "Can I ask you to do a dance?"

   There was a hint of apprehension in his eyes, like a hapless child who lost Truth or Dare.

  Chu Guang gave her a slightly surprised look, and then jokingly said in a mild tone.

   "You can't dance in my outfit, find someone who can keep up with you."

   The young girl blushed, turned and ran away like a frightened little animal.

   Heya, who was standing beside him with his arms crossed, looked at Chu Guang curiously.

   "Why not dance one?"

   A little dissatisfied with the way this guy looked at the animal world, Chu Guang rolled his eyes at her.

   "Do you know how much power it takes to dance in a ton of power armor?"

It is not impossible to not turn on the power supply. It is probably similar to weight training, but even if 70 to 80% of the weight can be transferred to the support structure of the power armor, it also requires a lot of power to drive such a heavy armor without the help of a motor. .

   And it is easy to hurt others.

  Chu Guang chose to stand there as a backdrop, not without reason.

   "But this way, you won't be able to enjoy the celebration." Heya reminded.

   "You don't understand, this is how I enjoy the celebration."

   For a manager, what could make him feel more happy than watching the settlements sing and dance, and the residents live and work in peace and contentment?

   This is the highest level of enjoyment.

  Hya was lost in thought.

   That expression seemed to recall the past in Vault 117.

   At this moment, Yin Fang's ridicule suddenly floated behind him.

   "You broke the girl's heart."

  Chu Guang ignored his ridicule, but instead gave him a strange look.

   "Why are you back?"

   "I just went back and got something."

  Yin Fang took out a small robot with four short legs and a square head and a square brain from behind.

   "The college doesn't celebrate the New Year, it only celebrates great discoveries, but you seem to have the custom of celebrating the New Year... I just finished it, so it's a New Year's gift for you."

  Chu Guang's face was full of surprise, and he reached out and took the little robot over.

  It is different from the original one, there is a camera on the square head.

   Now it’s not just laser mapping the nearby terrain, the user wearing the neural connection device can also share its field of view with its camera.

  Although it is only a small change, the practicality has more than doubled.

   Now this little robot is much more powerful than the original one!

   Looking at Chu Guang who was very interested in playing with the small robot in his hand, Yin Fang continued.

   "Reptile, that's what I call it, or you have a better name. Compared with the original little robot, it has one more eye, and nothing else has changed much."

   "Thank you." Chu Guang sincerely expressed his gratitude.

  Yin Fang coughed lightly.

   "You don't have to thank me, the materials are all from you, I just handled it for you."

   Having said this, he remembered another important thing, so he continued.

   "By the way, its power source is a metal hydrogen battery... It seems that you don't have much reserves in your shelter, only forty or fifty. You can get more if you have a chance, that's a good thing."

  Chu Guang made a helpless expression.

   "I don't need you to tell me that."

  The metal hydrogen battery produced by the company contains a number of Class A technologies, which are very popular everywhere.

   At present, Boulder City can only produce solid-state hydrogen batteries independently. If you want to buy metal hydrogen batteries, you can only hope that the caravan from the east coast can bring some.

  Chu Guang had bought dozens of them from the Pioneer and planned to use them as exoskeletons.

   But right now, what his players need most is not exoskeletons, but cheap and easy-to-use equipment, as well as industrial equipment that can produce these equipment, and this matter has been put on hold.

   Looking at the robot in his hand, Chu Guang suddenly remembered a very serious matter.

   "If this thing blows up..."

  Yin Fang answered in a relaxed tone.

   "Roughly equivalent to 6 kilograms of T En T, the power should be able to cover... uh, a football field?"

  Chu Guang: "???"

  What the hell? !

   Without a word, he put the robot into Yin Fang's hand, and Chu Guang calmly took half a step to the side.

   "You take it for me first."

   Looking at the robot that was returned in his hand, Yin Fang was stunned for a moment, with an expression that couldn't help but cry.

   "Don't get excited... This thing doesn't blow up so easily. And 6kg T En T is the theoretical equivalent. There is no detonator and accelerant, how can it really achieve that power... This is not a bomb."

   There are at least 2 B-level technologies between the metal hydrogen battery and the metal hydrogen cannonball. The oxygen in the air is simply not enough to make the metal hydrogen completely react.

   And you are afraid of a hammer wearing power armor!

   But Chu Guang didn't want to hear him explain so much, he just wanted to stay away from this guy.

Um.

   One more rule will be added in the future.

   Metal hydrogen powered robots and exoskeletons are prohibited from staying in shelters for long periods of time.

  …

   Abandoned department store.

  The empty hall is crowded with more than a thousand beds.

  The New Year's song can't be floated here, and no one sings, only the fire is crackling, and the mother coaxes the child to sleep.

  This is a temporary shelter for the refugees. They can only stay here temporarily until the end of the cold winter.

  Thanks to the wood sent by the blue coats, the survivors who lived here temporarily repaired the damaged walls and floor-to-ceiling doors and windows with the wood, and finally made the place airtight.

   Some of the remaining wood was chopped into firewood, or burned into charcoal, and thrown into the red brick stove along with the kindling.

  The flaming flames brought a touch of light and warmth hard-won in winter to the empty hall.

   Although the environment here is a little rough, at least it is free from wind and snow and hunger.

   Refugees from the central and northern river valley provinces, survivors of the Tom Willow camp and the battery factory, are grateful for the blue jackets.

  Fugitive troops from the front lines, looters from the Bone-chewing tribe, and chaos everywhere destroyed their homes and burned their fields and houses.

  If it wasn't for the blue coats, they might have been frozen to death on the road, or in the frying pans of the marauders.

   Of course, all they can represent is themselves.

   Not everyone is grateful for the status quo.

Of the five survivor settlements in the first batch of relocation plans, only two were actually attacked by predators, while the residents of the other three survivor settlements did not even see the shadow of the predators. Been there, just moved here out of fear.

   It has been more than a month since the first snowstorm, and even if no one died in the cold, some people suffered frostbite from working in the cold.

   The terrible weather is still out of sight, but the supply of supplies is getting tighter and tighter, and rumors that food is running out are often heard.

   After a long time, it is inevitable that some people will be muttering in their hearts.

   Is it really necessary to relocate?

   The survivor settlements that have not been relocated seem to be doing well.

   "I'm always worried that this house will collapse."

   Looking at the stone chips falling from the ceiling, the man wrapped in the torn quilt couldn't help but say.

   In fact, he didn't really think the building would collapse, he just wanted to find some unfortunate thing to vent his dissatisfaction with the bad life.

   However, these words affected the people around him to some extent.

   Looking at the dilapidated ceiling, many people had worried expressions on their faces, exchanged fearful eyes, and whispered softly.

   "How long do we have to stay here..."

   "Those blue coats say it's spring."

   "Why don't you let us live in Changchang Farm? This is not the same as what was promised."

   "They said there wasn't enough room..."

   "Oh, it's not that we can't build our own house, I think they just want to keep the trouble away."

   Most of them are residents of Scavenger House and Hope Hill Cooperative.

  Compared to Dongliu Camp, Battery Factory and Highway Town, the two survivor settlements are located farther south, and one is hidden on the edge of the city and the other is hidden in the forest.

   Now some people feel that those predators may not be able to find their homes so easily.

   After all, their eyes are not in the sky, and not all survivor settlements will be looted...

  The village chief of Dongliu Camp, Ma Zhanqiu, saw that his dissatisfaction was spreading. In order to avoid affecting his own people, he immediately came out to comfort everyone and said.

   "Don't say such things, it hasn't collapsed for more than two hundred years, how could it collapse at this time!"

   At this moment, a discordant voice suddenly came from the side.

   "That's not a good idea."

   "This year's snow is so heavy, what if a building blows down?"

   The person who spoke was Ding Tian of the House of Scavengers and one of the more influential scavengers there. Ma Zhanqiu recognized this man.

   Watching him frown, Ma Zhanqiu said in a deep voice.

   "What do you want to say?"

   The man in the fur coat pouted.

   "What do I want to say? I also want to ask, what are we for? To fight those predators from the north?"

   "Or to be laborers for those blue jackets?"

  Ma Zhanqiu was taken aback.

  The old man hadn't regained his senses, and someone immediately followed.

   "Maybe the Bonechew tribe won't come at all."

   "That's right, aren't there still eight survivors that haven't been relocated? I think they're doing pretty well in their own homes..."

   The food here is available for everyone, but staying here is not free.

   They need to go to the factory to work, and then get a few coins that they don't know what to do, and they can't buy what they need.

   Even if the blue jackets promise that the money will be useful in the spring of next year, in their eyes, it is no different from painting a cake.

   Since those blue jackets really intend to pay them, why not use chips?

   Really can't do East Coast toilet paper, at least someone might want it.

   Complaints are spreading.

   This is not a day or two.

  Because of the fear of the Bone-biting tribe, they accepted the placement of the blue jackets, and obeyed the arrangement and moved here.

   But it's been a month.

   Many people did not see the predators.

   Except for the intensifying blizzard, I don’t know when it will be a tough day, and nothing happened.

   Some people even speculate with malicious intent, whether the so-called bone-chewing tribe's invasion of Qingquan City was a lie from the very beginning.

   The sleeping child was awakened and cried, and the mother coaxed in a panic, daring not to say anything to the noisy people.

   Looking at several people who were getting more and more excited, some survivors who had seen it with their own eyes and even had wounds on their bodies wanted to refute, but did not dare to make a sound.

   Just then, someone stood up.

   "My big brother is dead."

   may have heard the word death.

   The noisy sound stopped.

   Facing the pair of gazes, Ma was silent for a while, then slowly continued to speak.

   "The marauders cut open his stomach with a bayonet because he refused to surrender."

  Ma Zhanqiu sighed softly and closed his eyes in pain.

   That's his child.

   is also the last thing he wants to remember.

  Mali paused and continued.

   "I only found out later, and I didn't even see his body until the end."

   "I really haven't seen the looters of the Bonechew Tribe with my own eyes, and I've only heard a few rumors about their brutality."

   "But you're going to say it's a lie, then tell me, where is my big brother? Where are those who didn't get here?"

   "Hoping that they won't come again is not only naive, but also ridiculous, it's not even self-deceiving."

   "Those Vault Residents, they could have stayed out of it, as long as the gates were closed, let alone the Bonebiter tribe, even if the Legion drove the tanks over their heads, they could sit back and relax until those people came out."

  No one can open the shelter from the outside until the shelter is actively opened.

   On the wasteland, this is accepted common sense.

   Seeing that the number of people who supported him was reduced by half in an instant, Ding Tian bit his head and just wanted to say something when a mother holding her child also stood up.

   "I've seen it too."

   She sat next to the group of people at the battery factory.

   The voice trembled, like a wounded lioness, her eyes fixed on the man, and continued.

   "We had retreated to the warehouse and had nowhere to go. The predators who surrounded us rushed forward one after another, and they didn't step back in order to protect us..."

   "...die right in front of us."

   She couldn't go on.

  The hall was silent.

   Even the noisiest person, being watched by a pair of eyes, involuntarily silenced.

  People recalled the fears of that day.

   also recalled those heroes.

  Ding Tian's Adam's apple moved, and a trace of anger flashed across his face.

   He knew he was wrong.

   But that doesn't mean he likes being educated.

   Especially someone who looks much weaker than him.

   Looking at the two groups of people in the stalemate, Ye Xiao shook his head with his arms in his arms, and was about to go forward to say something, but was stopped by Hook who was standing beside him.

   "What are you going to do?" said the lame old man, staring at him.

   Ye Xiao was straightforward.

   "Someone has to persuade me. I'm worried that they will turn into a physical conflict in a while."

  This is wasteland.

   Saying more words is not as effective as fists.

   Ye Nan, who was standing beside him, shook his head slightly when he heard his son's words.

   "It's not our business."

"But……"

   "Go and notify the guards and let them deal with it."

   At this moment, the main entrance of the lobby on the first floor of the department store suddenly opened.

   The whistling north wind rolled in a few snow leaves.

   Two guards wearing black coats and carrying rifles walked in with an iron frame. There was some carbon in that iron shelf.

   Behind them, followed by several shelter residents.

   That energetic temperament, even if they don't wear a blue coat, they can recognize it.

"Happy New Year!"

   "New Year's gifts are here! Keep everyone waiting!"

  The cat ear shook it happily, and finally took off the hat, and with a mushy sound of sesame seeds, he rashly bent down to pick it up.

   Standing at the tail of the door, he turned his head and glanced at Sisi next to him.

   "The tail thought it was a task, but it turned out to be errands."

   What about the hidden mission!

   She even brought equipment!

   "Emmm... Compared to being forced to go offline because of a bad stomach, Sisi thinks it would be better for Awei to blow cold air."

   Everyone in the hall was taken aback.

   Including the two groups of people in the confrontation, also froze there.

   They didn't understand what the blue jackets were saying.

   Fortunately, at this time, the guard who put down the barbecue grill rescued the scene in time, and stepped forward and said in a couple of words.

   "Today is the last day of 211!"

   "The manager asked me to bring you a New Year's gift. Thank you for your cooperation. We have survived the most difficult days."

   Everyone in the shelter whispered.

"new Year's gift?"

"what is that?"

   This time they understood, but there was still a blank expression on their faces.

  The young guard didn't explain, and politely signaled to the "player" wearing a chef's hat to start.

  The charcoal fire was lit, the tomato scrambled eggs were brushed with a layer of oil on the iron frame, and then the palm-sized crab cakes were placed on the iron frame.

   "Everyone line up and come one by one."

   "Enough is enough."

   "Everyone has a share!"

  The guards maintained order at the scene and guided everyone to form a long line.

  The sound of oil is sizzling, and the smell of meat fills the hall. The soft and delicious crab cakes have an indescribable taste of happiness.

   There is still meat to eat!

   All rumors about food shortages are self-defeating.

  Almost everyone has a desire printed in their eyes.

   Looking at the meat pie in his hand, Ding Tian's eyes couldn't help but look ashamed, and those who had followed him before were all silent, bowing their heads to eat the pie.

   Standing in the doorway, he was hungry, his tail couldn't help swallowing, and his eyes stared straight at the barbecue rack.

   "Does the tail also have a share?"

  Siss tugged at her clothes.

   "It's time to go, everyone at Changchang Farm is still waiting. If you want to eat, I'll be offline for a while and I'll order takeout for you."

   "The tail should taste beef!"

  Oh!

   This man—no, this tail!

  Siss looked at her in surprise.

   "I'll be polite."

  Tail: "Chicken flavored can also be!"

  Siss: "..."

   Outside the door.

   on the trunk of the truck.

  A big mouse in a coat is rubbing his hands in the cold wind.

   Next to him are the supplies that are about to be sent to Changchang Farm.

   Worried that his appearance would scare the residents of the shelter, he was left to watch the supplies on the truck to prevent aliens from running over and stealing food.

   Before those people left, they repeatedly warned him not to eat the task items.

   These people really are!

  I am not a real mouse!

  Where is the trust between people!

but……

  It smells so good.

Is    a gnocchi?

   felt the instinctive impulse of the creature, and it was difficult for the strongman to decide not to look over there, nor to think in that direction, and instead looked at the street beside him.

   The street is quiet.

  The white snow under the moonlight is peaceful.

   You can't even see the shadows of alien species here. If it weren't for the broken buildings and walls, it wouldn't be reminiscent of the wasteland at all.

   Sure enough, it’s time to enter the server by yourself, isn’t it?

   I heard that the previous versions were fighting every day. The front fell and the back followed. The life professional players who fought all copied the guys, and the resurrection coins were almost finished.

   I wish I had come in earlier.

   Looking at the quiet street, the big mouse sighed softly and said something.

   "It's too peaceful."

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   (next chapter around eleven!)

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