This Game is Too Real

   Chapter 229 The snake came out of the nest!

   "I always thought that I was just an emotionless killing machine in FPS games, and just a task master who likes to rummage through boxes in RPG games."

   "Until this morning, I found a familiar figure missing from the guards."

   "I don't know the name of the guard, only that he is probably the eldest of the guards."

"Like other unnamed NPCs, his life is very regular. There are only three things to do every day, namely training, standing guard and patrolling. In addition, he also has one day off a week, usually Thursday or Sunday, and every day he would sit by the lake and watch us go fishing to kill time.”

"I'm not bragging, as a seasoned fisherman, I can tell at a glance whether a person is fishing material. Few people can endure nothing for a whole day, and he can sit next to us and watch us empty rode all afternoon."

   "So I asked Mosquito to help me make a fishing rod, and warned him not to make some extra functions on it, and then gave the fishing rod to the old man."

"The old man was very happy. He said many words of thanks to me, and wanted to give me silver coins. Seeing that I didn't receive it, he gave me a dagger the next day. At first I thought it was a task item, but I was quite excited. But it turned out that it wasn't, it was just an ordinary gift. But even so, the unique feeling was interesting."

"Later I taught him how to swing, how to make a nest, and how to make simple traps out of bottles, catching leeches as bait. Sometimes we would take the fish to warehouses or sell them in the market, Sometimes it's roasted."

   "I'm like Robinson, a little bit of everything. And he's like Friday, not very smart, but very learning, curious about everything we have."

   "Occasionally I would complain to him about some real-life troubles, and he would also say something about himself, maybe about adventures, maybe about things he wants to do in the future, or something else."

"Even though we didn't understand what the other person was saying, it didn't stop us from communicating. I also learned a lot of interesting words from him, even some of which I still don't know what they mean to this day. "

   "But...everything came to an abrupt end this morning."

"Solemn-looking guards lined up at the north gate of Changlong Farm and fired three shots into the sky. I saw a teenager load his body into a truck, watch them take him to cremation, and then His ashes were taken to the lake, half scattered on the shore and half in the lake."

   "Maybe it was his last wish."

   "At that moment, I suddenly felt that those NPCs were like living people, not just a cold program."

   "I never thought that one day I would become friends with the characters in the game, and I never thought that I would feel sad about an unexpected parting."

   "For a moment, I wish I was the one who died that night."

   "In memory of a fisherman who will never return."

   "I don't know his name even in the end, but I'll remember the story about him, even if it's just me."

   Posts are long.

  The building is very high.

  Chu Guang seldom saw Shaoqiuzi post on the forum before, and only occasionally saw his replies in some posts.

   And this time he wrote a lot.

   Including the follow-up replies, he told the memories of the old man from the perspective of a friend, including some interesting things that happened while fishing.

  Although it's not a grand story, it's all simple and unpretentious, but the words seem to be alive.

  Makabazi: "Touch the fisherman..."

  Tail: "Hmm."

  Siss: "Sorry, I couldn't save your friend."

  WC really has mosquitoes: "It's uncomfortable, if only NPCs could be resurrected."

Gufeng: "Well, but from another angle, maybe it is because the life of an NPC is only once, so we will feel that the world in the game is very real. What we create is not just a meaningless number, but is given to Soul stuff."

  Ye Shi: "Hey, I know, but I still feel so heartbroken..."

  Old Bai: "This game is always too real in redundant places."

   Fang Chang: "It's like an elusive life."

  Teng Teng: "Hey..."

  Yowy: "Well, it hurts."

  Chu Guang saw the end, was silent for a long time, typed a lot of words in the reply, but finally deleted it by pressing the backspace key.

   repeated for a long time.

   There is only one sentence left.

  Light: "His name is Jixiang."

  …

   The morning sun rose as usual the next day.

   Although many will never return, life must go on.

   For those living in the wasteland, death is the norm. People who are not strong enough in their hearts died two centuries ago, and it is impossible for them to survive until now with weak thoughts.

   Guard training continues as usual.

   Thirty new faces joined in and went to Changchang Farm for training.

   The vast majority of them came from exile camps and signed up voluntarily.

   Maybe it was because they were inspired by those heroic deeds, or maybe it was just because of the steaming piece of barbecue that made them feel that they had found their own home in this wasteland.

   They don't want to go back to the nomadic life.

   There is no way out to escape, they decided to take up arms and defend the order and peace here with their own hands.

   The entrance of the sanatorium.

  A fat big mouse got out of the door and stretched out facing the snow covered with the rising sun.

   "MMP! Lao Tzu is alive!"

  Ratman also has this advantage.

   Others need three days to live, he only needs OB one day to be online.

   just happened to be online. Fugui, the elf king who came out of the sanatorium, glanced at this guy unexpectedly and asked curiously.

   "When did you die?"

   It's hard for a strong man: "When can I die, that night! I don't even have a gun, but I've been shot under the nose, so I can only bite the bullet."

   Having said this, Qiangren sighed hard.

   "Hey, thinking about this makes me angry, MMPD, I just saw a gun and was about to rush to pick it up, and then I was caught by a hyena."

   Elf King Fugui: "Ah this..."

   Mutant hyena.

   This is the most common monster in the wasteland, right?

  Although it is slightly stronger than the Predator, it is not much stronger. Due to its sensitive sense of smell and good night vision, many predators like to raise it, and it is basically an alien species that can be easily dealt with by novices. Even hyenas can't win, and he generally recommends deleting accounts.

but……

  I heard that hyenas belong to the cat suborder?

There is nothing wrong with    bloodline suppression.

   The cat ears on the top of his head moved slightly, and he looked at the fat mouse with sympathy.

   "That's too miserable..."

   Ashamed to say.

   She didn't notice what he was dead at all.

   On the other side of the square, carrying the tail of his rifle, he also just came out of the sanatorium.

   But compared to yesterday's energetic expression, his expression was somewhat depressed.

   One can see her thoughts at a glance, Sisi comforted.

   "Alright, Tail has worked very hard. Although it's a pity, it's also a no-brainer. If you want to scold you, you can scold the dog for setting the difficulty too high."

   "Well, I'm fine, I just think I'd be better if I were a little stronger... But then again, aren't you afraid of being targeted by planning if you say this in the game?"

  The rumors circulating on the forum, don't make fun of the plan in games or forums, otherwise it will be an African in the light, and die on the spot in the worst.

Although    is metaphysics, sometimes you have to believe it.

  Siss immediately lowered his head, put his hands together, and sincerely reflected.

   "Sorry, I was wrong in planning, please forgive an unabashed girl for saying some uninformed words."

   "Ah!" Tail looked at her in surprise, "You're too quick to admit it?"

   At this time, the two happened to pass by the guard house of the outpost.

  Tail subconsciously glanced over there and suddenly stopped.

  Siss also stopped and cast a questioning look at her.

"What's wrong?"

   "Look over there."

  Tail pointed to the direction of the guard station.

  Siss looked in the direction she pointed, and saw a wall beside the bulletin board.

   Was it built yesterday?

A surprised expression appeared on   Siss' face.

   She hadn't noticed it before.

  I saw nails nailed to the wall, and some iron signs were hung on the nails.

   "What's hanging on the wall?"

   "Hmm... there are twenty-five in total, and the names written on them are probably? It's probably a weapon or something."

   turned out to be a memorial wall.

  This design is quite a wasteland style.

   By the way, is this an Easter egg from the production team?

  Siss suddenly found that Tail seemed to be in a better mood than before.

   "Let's go," said Tail, who had regained his energy, and said energetically, "In order to advance to the first echelon as soon as possible, there is no time to waste! Everyone at the outpost, still waiting for the tail to guard!"

A smile appeared on   ss's face.

Knew it.

   is more cute with a lively tail.

  Although she felt that the guys didn't expect them to be of any help.

"Oh!"

   "In order to win the MVP next time, we have to work hard."

  …

   North of Elm District.

  An abandoned town sits on the edge of the forest, and even the howling north wind can't dispel the blood that settles there.

   There used to be more than 100 survivors living here, living a life basically isolated from the world.

   However, just a month ago, a group of looters arrived here, completely turning this isolated town into a **** on earth.

  Some people could not stand the torture and were slaughtered and hung on the wall, while a few survived and became their slaves.

   Those looters occupied their homes, took their food for the winter, and turned their houses into fortresses, placing wooden bunkers on the streets and windows, digging trenches, and building simple fortifications.

   This is not like something a predator would do.

   Even if they had slaves at their disposal, few knew how and where to dig trenches and foxholes.

  Constructing a position is a very delicate knowledge. For the plunderers who are used to being harassed by small forces and swarming away in a hurry, this is a skill that is not usually used at all.

   All thanks to their advisor, the man named Bernie.

   As the former commander of the legion, his understanding and application of light infantry tactics can be said to have reached a consummate level.

   After all, no one who can survive the indiscriminate bombardment of the Great Rift Valley is an ordinary person.

   is not just about building positions.

   Including the defense deployment from the inside to the outside, as well as the patrol route of the patrol team, are all planned by the staff officer himself.

   It is precisely because of this that when Yang Er, who was covered in snow, stumbled out of the woods, he was immediately discovered by predators patrolling with dogs.

   "Don't shoot!"

   "Don't shoot! I'm my own!"

   Seeing that the two raider sentries aimed at him, Yang Er immediately threw the gun in his hand on the snow and hurriedly raised his hands.

   "My own person?"

   The looter walking in front held a gun and looked him up and down with a suspicious expression.

   "Which account are you under? Who is your boss?"

   Before even taking a breath, Yang Er said immediately.

   "Grey Wolf! I'm a scout under Grey Wolf's account... Please take me to see Master Qian Fu, I have something important to report!"

  The two looters exchanged glances, and felt that he didn't seem to be lying, so they took him to the checkpoint on the edge of the town, searched him there, and sent someone to report the situation to the Lord Thousand Master.

After    learned the news, the commander agreed to meet him.

   Soon, Yang Er was taken over.

   As soon as he entered the room and saw the man sitting on the chair, he immediately knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed firmly to the floor, trembling and afraid to say a word.

   Leaning lazily, Lion Fang, who was sitting on the chair, looked down at him, and said slowly.

   "You lost?"

  Yang Er swallowed and lowered his head.

   "Yes, my lord."

   Bernie, who was sitting next to Lion Fang, looked at him and said.

   "Tell me what happened the night before."

   did not dare to hide, Yang Er immediately whispered.

"...After all preparations were made, we under the order of Grey Wolf launched a surprise attack on Longevity Farm. However, the resistance of the survivors was more tenacious than we thought, and we took down their walls at one point, but Soon more and more reinforcements came, and we ended up being outnumbered."

   Yang Er described in detail what happened at that time.

   Including their fierce battle with the defenders at the north gate, including the rubber tracks of the local survivors, including the amazingly powerful "rapid-firing gun".

   "Quad mounted anti-aircraft guns, and high-explosive shells..." Bernie, who was standing beside Lion Fang, listened carefully to the scout's statement. After thinking for a long time, he said solemnly, "These survivors are difficult to deal with."

  Especially fitting the truck with rubber tracks, an operation he hadn't expected at all. What made him even more confused was, where did these people get so much rubber?

  The expression on Lionfang's face was indifferent.

   After all, he didn't expect the gray wolf to take down the survivor stronghold.

   Looking at the scout kneeling on the ground, he continued.

   "Where's the gray wolf?"

   With his head firmly attached to the floor, Yang WWII said timidly.

   "I don't know...Grey Wolf, he said he wanted to stay."

  After the break?

   This sentence successfully made Lion Fang laugh.

   is really a euphemism.

   But it doesn't matter, anyway, that guy is also a useless pawn, and it is not bad to use the lives of some foreigners to test the strength of the survivors in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City.

   And it can also stimulate the cunning snake to take the first shot.

   can be said to kill two birds with one stone... oh no, kill three birds with one stone.

"get out."

   Hearing those three words, Yang Er felt that the shoulder head was removed from a mountain, and he breathed a sigh of relief, unaware that his back was soaked with sweat.

   "Thank you sir!"

   didn't dare to stay here for a second, he hurriedly turned around and stepped back.

  The door closed.

  Lion Fang looked at the staff officer sitting beside him, and said in a casual tone.

   "I didn't expect it to be completely destroyed."

   Bernie gave him a strange look.

   "I thought you did it on purpose."

  Lionfang shook his head slightly.

"You misunderstood, I didn't think about letting him die outside, I just wanted to take this opportunity to beat this dishonest guy. I didn't expect this guy to be so hard-headed, and he actually added more than 150 people to himself. It's all lost there."

   Bernie said.

   "Then what was the flare gun you gave him?"

  Lionfang said with a smile.

   "Of course it's for Black Snake."

   Bernie was silent for a while.

   For some reason, he suddenly thought of General Klaas, whose life and death were unknown, and the massive expedition that was ultimately defeated.

   Perhaps they were also discarded pawns.

  Who knows?

   Those big men never tell them everything, at most they only tell them what to do now.

   includes now.

   He still didn't understand why his superiors chose to join a group of natives. The people of the Great Rift Valley were not killed, and it was not that they had no chance to return home.

   "If the gray wolf is captured, he will tell those people all our information, which is not a good thing."

  Lion Fang smiled lightly and said.

"I know, but what does it matter? Our strength is far stronger than them, and even if we see each other's cards, we have a better chance of winning. Now the only suspense is left, how long can they hold out under the attack of the black snakes? We have to choose the right time to enter the battlefield, not too early, not too late... What do you think? My friend."

   Bernie thought for a while, then shook his head.

   "I don't know, but it's not easy for the Black Snake to win."

  Lionfang disagreed.

   "Just what machine gun?"

   Bernie continued.

"It's not a problem with a certain piece of equipment, but the survivors in the northern suburbs obviously have industrial capabilities and have been preparing for this war for a whole winter. And we have very limited information on their logistics situation. I don't even know anything. If this war drags on for too long, it may not be a good thing for us."

   But on the contrary, if they can take down this survivor settlement, the benefits they can get from it will also be huge.

   A survivor stronghold with industrial capabilities is much richer than those agricultural communities.

   In the few strongholds they robbed before, the poor left in the warehouse were croissants and green wheat. If they can conquer the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, their odds of attacking Boulder City will be much higher.

  Lion Fang touched his chin.

   "Then how do you think we should end this war as soon as possible?"

   Bernie said.

   "It is the best choice to act with the friendly forces in the southern suburbs of TS City."

   "That's impossible," Lion Fang waved his hand and interrupted him, "I know that guy too well, he will definitely not cooperate with us."

   Bernie gave a wry smile.

   noticed the expression on the staff officer's face, Lion Fang smiled and comforted him.

   "Don't worry, this hard bone may be hard to chew, but it's only a little bit. We have an absolute advantage in terms of equipment and manpower, and even one spit can drown them."

   "As long as our friendly forces take action and contain their positive forces, I will immediately set out with my brothers, appear on their flanks by surprise, and cooperate with our friendly forces to annihilate them in one fell swoop!"

   "Don't you think this plan is perfect?"

   And you can also divide a part of the manpower, grabbing their stronghold in front of the black snake.

  Wait for that cunning and greedy guy to see his own flag flying above Changchang Farm, and he will definitely blow his lungs.

   Thinking of this, Lion Fang couldn't help showing a happy expression on his face.

   Looking at the overly optimistic centurion, Bernie sighed softly in his heart.

   "You're right."

   "This might be a good plan."

   If only everything went as planned.

  This is a full 20 kilometers away from Changchang Farm, and this 20 kilometers of snow is not easy to walk. During the period, there are forests and ruins. The team may be drawn for a long time, and it will also consume a lot of physical strength.

   Assuming that the black snakes really fell into their conspiracy and decided to launch a lightning-like offensive before the end of winter, then the 20 kilometers of snow may become the biggest variable in this battle.

   Can they really kill those people's flanks like a goddess descending from the sky when the battle is at its most anxious?

   This is not as simple as drawing on a map.

   At this moment, footsteps came from outside the door, and a predator walked in quickly.

   The man had an excited expression on his face.

   After entering the room, he knelt down on one knee and said in an excited tone.

"grown ups!"

   "The snake finally emerged from its nest!"

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   (The next chapter will be a little later... If it doesn't come out at twelve o'clock, it should be one. Say sorry to the brothers, I'll finish writing and have lunch.)

   (end of this chapter)