This Game is Too Real

   Chapter 277 Are you moving out of your entire family?

   "Fuck! What do you mean I came back alive, is it weird that I came back alive?"

   Is this what people say?

   took off the gas mask on his face, and patted Ye Shi's shoulder with a hippie smile with the big debt eyes that came out from behind the edge brother.

   "Hey, it's not easy, it's not easy, several times I thought I was definitely gone, but miraculously survived."

   The construction site boy and Brick, who were standing beside them, nodded in agreement.

   "It's really not easy."

  Everyone else is playing the game, only their team is dying.

   We went with a ten-man team, and when we came back, there were only half of them left.

   On the other hand, the Mole Squad next to them had ten of them when they went, but only two less when they came back. This battle damage rate is one down and one up, so it’s hard not to let people complain.

   However, the spit is the spit, and everyone doesn't really take it too seriously.

  The game.

   Death is the norm.

   is not a **** player, there is no need to pursue a life to the end.

   Besides, the death penalty is not as severe as it used to be. It is a little uncomfortable to be jailed for three days on the forum, but this rule has been in operation for so long, and everyone is used to it.

   The real loss is actually the experience of a battle, and there are a lot of money and contribution points that should be rewarded by quests.

   Dropped equipment teammates will also consciously help to recover, thanks to some ammunition and grenades.

   "By the way, why are you wearing this too?" The Battlefield Atmosphere Team looked at the gray coat on the edge of the old man with admiration.

   The edge guy didn't speak, but looked at the big eyes on the side.

   The latter said with a smile.

"I suggested it. The previous set of equipment was too ugly, and it was not recognizable at all. It was more like a predator than a predator, and was always misunderstood by friendly forces. So I had an idea and simply put together a set with Mole and the others. The same skin. The edge said no at first, but the back is really fragrant."

   The edge of the water stubbornly said: "Fuck! I haven't been forced by you."

  The construction site boy and the brick interjected with a smile.

"Don't tell me, those looters were all cast out by us, and they were instantly stunned when they saw our clothes. Later, we recommended them to the new recruits who came to reinforce them. Now all the good brothers in Honghe Town are wearing this equipment. It's gone!"

   Vault 404’s “support” to its neighbors never ceased, even during the turbulent times.

  According to the data mentioned by Brother Mole in the battle report, the current "garrison" in Honghe Town of the refuge has increased to 50 people.

   All players except the 10 NPC guards who have been stationed for a long time, and have been regularly replenishing soldiers to maintain this number.

   Obviously, this sturdy "Death Corps" has completely achieved its prestige in the area of ​​Honghe Town.

   Those shovels of sappers and bayonets with bright muzzles have not only become the eternal nightmare in the hearts of plunderers, but also become the **** of war in the eyes of mercenaries and slave owners!

   Especially the "grey coat", which is more deterrent than the dark blue coat worn by the ten commanders of the legion!

   The local slave owners and chambers of commerce wanted them to stay in Honghe Town, and even offered a 50-acre site for the refuge.

  Although nothing can be planted on the land over there, having a station means taking root.

   Mr. Manager has deployed 40 training capsules there, and it seems that he intends to transform it into a military base abroad.

   At present, as long as the soldier professional player has reached LV8 and the firearm proficiency has reached 3, they can apply to experience the new map and new mission.

   However, the number of people is limited, so you have to queue up to sign up.

   Looking at the envy of the battlefield guy, the canyon fleeing mole said with a bright face.

   "Well, I don't have a good taste in design, right?"

   Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Damn! Let this guy pretend!"

   Having said that, he also suggested that everyone should have a unified "team uniform" before, but the old Gou coin of Nai He Quan Shui was too stingy.

   Lao Hei has liked his post, then Lao Gou Bifei said "the skin that can't be attacked is crumbs", "anyway, the exoskeleton with armor can't see anything".

   It's not over, he even complained about his second grade.

  What does grandma Te's have to do with Chung-two?

   is obviously just digging!

  Different from the battlefield guy, Ye Shi didn't care about what clothes a few people were wearing, but looked curiously at the trucks behind them.

   Don’t ask.

The    must be the booty dragged back from Red River Town.

  According to a conservative estimate of three times the overload, the various ores piled on the trucks were at least fifty or sixty tons.

   In addition, there were nearly a hundred slaves who came back with them, and the nearby NPC traders saw them with envious eyes.

   A slave can exchange for five assault rifles.

   This is a real fortune!

   Ye Shi said enviously.

   "The battle in Honghe Town is over?"

   Canyon Fleeing Mole shook his head.

   "Finished? It's still early!"

   "The slave owners over there are too weak in combat. They have recruited a lot of mercenaries, and their individual combat effectiveness is not weak, but when they fight, they are a mob and they don't cooperate at all."

"Relying on imported artillery shells and weapons, the coalition forces in Honghe Town fought quite smoothly at first, and won several local battles in a row, but their logistics was too lax, the ammunition often did not match, and the firepower was always On and off, coupled with the low level of organization, the occupied hills could not be defended at all. Often the positions we took during the day were lost again at night.”

"In addition to the large number of Bone-biting tribesmen, reinforcements from the central province are constantly being brought in, and many looters heard rumors that they were planning to build a looter nation, and they took the initiative to flee to them from the neighboring provinces to the east. Anyway, the two sides used Lutou Mountain as the boundary, repeatedly competing for so many hills, and wasted on positions ten kilometers deep."

   Support weapons such as mortars and anti-tank rifles are not the patent of Vault 404. Some large and medium-sized survivor settlements with industrial production capabilities are also eligible for production, but there are differences in cost and performance.

Red River Town does not only import ammunition from Vault 404, not to mention the various weapons brought by the mercenaries. Speaking of themselves, there are three calibers of medium-sized mortars, 80mm, 85mm, and 88mm. There are also two 105mm cast iron mortars.

  The logistics is not unified, and the command is not coordinated. It is difficult to fight against the plunderers for so long.

   Yato asked curiously.

   "Then why are you back?"

   Canyon Fleeing Mole rolled his eyes.

   "Come back to the event, watching your discussions on the forum all day long, I feel that we are not playing a game!"

   When he first opened the new map, he was very excited when he was lucky enough to get the "experience qualification". After all, being the first person to eat crabs, this kind of opportunity is not for everyone.

  Although Red River Town is a bit farther than Boulder Town, as long as it can bring players first-hand information, it is not a big problem!

   However, now, a month has passed, the new map is not so new for a long time, and the players are even more tired of his battle reports, and even the cloud players have gone to discuss the wave.

   The 10,000-word strategy has only three-digit likes, which instantly made him feel like a "version abandoned child".

   I heard that this "Decisive Battle Plan" is the last event before the end of the A round of testing, this time he can't miss anything!

  Irena also interjected.

   "We've been on the new map long enough, and it's time for a replacement."

   Elf King Fugui said with a hippie smile.

   "Lao Na has a deep resentment for the alien species there, and none of the arthropods are not poisonous."

  Irena protested immediately.

   "Fuck off! Am I that kind of person?"

   Brother Mole ignored the two of them, but looked at Ye Shi and asked, "It's you, why didn't you join Old Bai Fangchang and the others today?"

   Ye Shi said with a smile.

"Isn't there a big job tomorrow morning? We'll split up in the afternoon. Old Bai and the others went to Goblin Technology to purchase new equipment. I originally planned to go, but I heard that the trading post was out. The orange outfit, I ran over to pick it up... It's a pity that I didn't pick it up!"

The    orange suit naturally refers to the "Miner Type I" exoskeleton.

  This thing is an imported product from Ideal City. The battery uses "metal hydrogen" which is one rank higher than "solid hydrogen".

   Since it was wiped out last time, the official store of the sanctuary has not replenished the stock, only the caravan from the east will bring it occasionally, and it is rare to see it in the next-door Boulder City.

Yesterday, a group of wild traders appeared in the trading station and just brought a set. They were bumped into by a small player of the power system, and they bought it decisively without saying a word. That night, they went to the forum to pretend to force, which led to a large wave of players running away early this morning. Wander around here.

   Although the exoskeletons sold by "Wild NPCs" are a bit more expensive, they do not have contribution points and level restrictions, nor do they limit secondary transactions. They are still very fragrant.

   In a word, what you buy is what you earn!

   But what interested Mole the most was not the exoskeleton, but the first half of Ye Shi's words.

   "Mosquito has new equipment?"

"Yeah, Brother Mosquito was bragging in the group yesterday," Ye Shi laughed, "One thing to say, Mosquito is really getting more and more punished. He used to be a recoilless cannon, but now he even RPGs is being punished by him. Out!"

The moment    heard these words, not only the Mole and the fringe group, but also the Battlefield Atmosphere Team standing next to him looked at him in astonishment.

   "RPG?"

  “???”

   "What the hell?!"

   This is really getting punished!

  …

   In fact, it is not only Lao Bai and his party who are purchasing Goblin Technology at this moment, but also the most stingy spring in the eyes of the warlords.

   Before the 65th Street blocking battle, Quan Shui deeply reflected on the reasons for the failure.

   Leaving aside the factor of plot kills, when the fourth wave of the wave came, it was one aspect that the creepers went around to their flanks, but it was more because of the lack of anti-armor capabilities.

Before the start of the sniper war, although he had considered that he might design some units with "exceeding armor" as BOSS, so let the players carrying "lance" and "heavy lance" not bring high explosives, but also two. Armour-piercing clips.

   However, he never thought that the plan would be so stupid.

  37mm armor-piercing bullets can't penetrate the armor of the "Rotten Knight"!

   If it wasn't for the high armored tank units like "Rotten Knights" that overwhelmed the front, Class B and Class C would have been able to hold on for a while.

  Since the power armor can be turned into a "person" by slime mold, he has reason to believe that he will encounter more outrageous things in the future.

   What he didn't expect was that he originally only came to buy a recoilless gun, but he didn't want to fight mosquitoes and even made a street fighting artifact like the RPG-7!

   The shooting range outside the industrial area.

   Looking at the 400mm steel plate that was pierced by the armor-piercing projectile in front of him, Commander Quan Shui's eyes widened, and it took a while to squeeze out a wordless sentence from his throat.

   "...Are you really selling furniture in reality?"

   Mosquito standing next to him heard it and said with a smile.

   "The ancestral craftsmanship is purely handmade. Why, the boss plans to make a set? Private message me on the forum."

Commander    Spring Water: "...Forget it."

   I always felt that it was quite dangerous to expose the address to this guy.

   Don't click the mouse to place an order and send a pair of silver handcuffs.

   That thing is a big deal.

  Old Bai, who was standing beside him, put down the launch tube that was smoking white smoke, with the same expression of surprise and admiration on his face.

   "There is something in this power!"

   But this propellant... smells like Double Stone-2?

The diethylene glycol of    and RPG-7 is still a little different.

The    piezoelectric fuze is probably a modern modification, and the initial velocity is much faster than the previous home-made "recoilless gun". The power of the supporting armor-piercing projectile can be regarded as a translation inheritance. A needle-shaped trigger is buried in the front end of the tapered projectile. As long as it is stabbed, the vertical penetration depth can reach 400mm!

   This power is already quite impressive!

   But thinking of this, Lao Bai suddenly reacted.

   Where does this imitate an RPG? !

   It's obviously imitating his own 69-type 40 bazooka, okay?

   didn't notice the strangeness of Old Bai's eyes, and WC continued to say with a mosquito's brows.

   "In addition to 85mm armor-piercing projectiles, we also provide 85mm high-explosive grenades with range damage! The price is only 200 silver coins, buy five and send a launch tube! Very easy to use!"

The price of   200 silver coins is much more expensive than Iron Fist.

   But it is not unaffordable for Lao Bai and the others.

  Before the start of each battle, the Refuge will allocate a budget to each squad for purchasing ammunition according to the combat strength of each squad.

   Ammunition within the budget does not need to be paid for by yourself. For some long-lasting battles, supplies will be sent along with reinforcements from the rear, which also cost nothing.

   Ammo budget usage only affects campaign rating, which is an old tradition that existed several versions ago.

   "...you are getting more and more punished."

   Hearing Lao Bai's meaningful compliment, WC really had a mosquito laughing.

   "Just kidding, when has the weapon designed by Lao Tzu disappointed people?"

   "Just ask one word, accept it or not!"

   As soon as they heard this sentence, the eyes of everyone were a little subtle.

   To say that his equipment is useless is to speak against his conscience.

   But to say it is very useful, but sometimes it is not good to pull the hips.

  Old Bai subtly looked away.

   "Take half of it."

   Gu Feng nodded.

   "+1, half service."

   Fang Chang: "I have to think about the remaining half, mainly because I'm afraid of your pride."

Commander    Spring Water: "Can't agree more."

  WC really has mosquitoes scolding: "Gan! If I ask you a word, there is so much bullshit!"

   Lao Bai smiled and patted Mosquito's shoulder.

"My good brother, the main reason is that your equipment has not been tested in actual combat, and I can't say enough about it! Why don't you give me a 50% discount, I will buy 10 armor-piercing 10 grenades from you at a time, Help you make a name for yourself!"

  WC really had mosquitoes rolling their eyes.

   "50% off?! Why don't you let me give you away!"

   Fang’s long eyes lit up.

   "And this good thing?"

  WC really has mosquitoes: "Get out! Up to 10% off, it can't be cheaper! No matter how cheap it is, I will lose money!"

   Hearing this sentence, there were at least four pairs of eyes in return.

   "I believe in you!"

   I don't believe Fang Chang is killed. This guy only earns 20 silver coins for a rocket launcher worth 200 silver coins.

  Conservatively estimate 50% profit!

Silver coins have indeed inflated a lot since Alpha 1.0, but because the trade route of Honghe Town has been opened up, the prices of various metal and non-metallic raw materials have not risen much. Instead, it didn't go up.

  In the end, after some bargaining, the two parties finally reached a consensus, and the price was 180 silver coins for each armor-piercing shell and 130 silver coins for each high-explosive grenade.

   The Niu Ma team purchased a total of 25 rounds of rocket launcher ammunition, and the Spring Water team also purchased 15 to round up the mosquito inventory, and the firepower output was directly filled!

   After negotiating the price, the group returned to the Goblin Technology factory. The ammunition that was just produced was stored in the warehouse of the factory.

When    walked into the factory, looking left and right, the spring suddenly noticed a pile of wood chips piled near the door, and asked curiously.

   "What is that thing?"

   Seeing that someone noticed his masterpiece, Mosquito said with a smile.

"W-1 'Floater' Glider! With a wooden body and a groundbreaking electric structure, the most primitive wood and the most advanced solid-state hydrogen technology are perfectly blended. My apprentices and I's proud work, the price is only 3000 silver coins How's it going? Isn't it cheap? Don't you think about getting one?"

   Not far away, [Persuasion], who was fiddling with the motor with a screwdriver, happened to hear this sentence, and couldn't help but turn around and complain.

   "Are you so embarrassed? The fuselage is designed by me, the engine is designed to kill, the blades are rubbed by the soul-chasing hand, and the bomber is made by the killer, what are you doing?"

   If it wasn't for the money.

   He has long since gone it alone!

   Mosquito was unmoved and smiled cheekily.

   "I've made up for your strengths and weaknesses. This is called resource integration."

   Persuade: "@#￥%!"

   Fang Chang approached curiously and glanced at the pile of wood.

   Looking closely, there are really two wings, and a flat structure that is probably the belly.

   But the structure is made of wood, and the parts are so scattered... Will it really not fall apart when flying to the sky?

   "...W-1 is okay, why not call it WC-1?"

   Mosquito said with a shy smile.

   "Actually, I did plan to name it at the beginning, but my disciples didn't have the artistic skills, they said they wanted to **** when they sat up, so I removed the C."

  Old Bai: "Pfft..."

   Gale: "I can't look directly at this plane anymore."

   Commander Izumi's expression was slightly subtle.

   "Am I the only one wondering if this thing can fly?"

  Wooden body plus solid-state hydrogen battery.

   He had never seen such a weird combination.

   The wind touched the bridge of his nose.

   "A wave of rational analysis shows that the energy density of hydrogen is close to three times that of gasoline. Although a hydrogen tank is definitely not acceptable, solid hydrogen... It should be possible in theory, but this is under ideal conditions."

   "It's a game! Use your imagination, don't be so rigid!"

   patted Gu Feng on the shoulder, Mosquito had a confident smile on his face, "Good brother, trust me! I promise you can fly! If you can't fly, you won't be charged!"

   The gust of wind gave him a sideways glance.

   "Don't push me, I won't drive."

   Lao Bai stared at the motor for a while and frowned.

   "But what about the runway? Even if you can fly...you have to have a runway for takeoff, right?"

   Mosquito said with a slight smile.

   "This epoch-making aircraft naturally does not use a runway in the traditional sense."

   The spring had vaguely guessed something, and swallowed.

   "Shouldn't it be..."

   "Tall buildings! There are thousands of tall buildings everywhere!"

   Mosquito strode to the side of the pile of wood parts, and pulled out a joystick that had not yet been installed in aluminum.

   The frenzy that flashed in his eyes made everyone around him take a step back unconsciously.

   He didn't notice the expressions on everyone's faces at all, and the mosquito's voice became more and more excited.

   "According to my calculations, a height of 800 meters is enough in less than a thousand meters!"

   "Turn off the engine and dive down, pull up the joystick and switch when you are 200 meters above the ground, and you will turn into a bolt of lightning!"

   The long Adam's apple moved.

   "...what if it didn't pull up?"

   Mosquito is still repeating that sentence.

   "You will turn into a bolt of lightning!"

  Old Bai: "?"

   Gale: "??"

   Square length: "???"

   Spring Water Commander: "...???"

   Ask if you don’t understand.

   Is this the kind of equipment a normal person would choose? !

  …

   At dusk.

   Silence shrouded the sky over Qingquan City, and the "corpse hunters" in chemical protective suits carried stretchers full of corpses and evacuated the battlefield one after another.

   On the front line not far from them, figures carrying rifles and eager to try are arriving one after another from the rear.

Among them are the battle-hardened "Death Corps" wearing gray coats, the "Mountain Corps" who were transferred back from Yuanxi Town and wearing green coats, and the miscellaneous teams with distinctive personal colors and various equipment... But no one Dare to doubt their combat effectiveness.

   No matter which set of equipment they use, they are undoubtedly the elite of the elite.

  In the days of battles and constant resurrections, they have summed up a set of fighting methods that are most suitable for them, and have passed on these valuable experiences - or strategies, to the newcomers they have instructed.

   Each of them is a banner!

   "Did you take out your entire property?" Vanus, who was standing by the window of the building, overlooked the battlefield below in surprise.

  The chilling aura of the spear flags like a forest, even if the youth army of the legion stood in front of them, I am afraid it is nothing more than this!

   Standing next to him, Chu Guang, who was wearing a power armor station, just said calmly.

   "Where is this going?"

   Daytime is their home ground.

   According to his own plans.

   Players will rotate on the defensive line until dawn, and launch a full-scale counterattack against the tide when the last round of offensive before dawn wanes!

   Don't give those bugs any respite!

   Since yesterday, the industrial zone has temporarily suspended all export orders and concentrated all production capacity on the front line.

Boxes and bundles of ammunition were sent to the front-line ammunition depot. In addition, two sets of 100KW firewood generator sets and 200 newly produced dormant cabins were deployed downstairs in the temporary command post for archiving and storage for players. Offline rest.

   Equipment is tight.

   The rest time allotted to each player clone is only 4 hours, but this is enough time to relieve fatigue.

  The players who signed up for the event have already asked for leave in advance in reality.

   It doesn’t matter if you can’t participate, “Wasteland OL” is an MMORPG that focuses on leisure, no liver and no krypton, and will never force players to participate in server activities.

   At most, it will provide rewards that are hard to refuse in the event.

   Looking at the gradually disappearing sunset on the street, Chu Guang could only feel the blood in his heart burning.

   This will be a battle with the largest number of participants, the largest scale, and the highest number of equipment input since the launch of "Wasteland OL"!

   Two hummingbird drones have been deployed by him on the edge of the battlefield, and the camera has been locked on the battlefield filled with spore clouds.

"bring it on."

  Chu Guang lightly clenched his fist and exhaled the turbid air in his chest.

   "Let me see what you are capable of!"

  …

  The shadow of the tall building gradually disappeared into the riddled alley.

   The thick gray-green fog revealed a faint red with a **** smell, as well as the crunching teeth that made the legs and feet feel weak.

   However, no one has weak legs.

   Having experienced the baptism of days of war, even the 400 newbies who just entered the game in the Alpha 1.1 version have mostly become qualified fighters.

   for them.

  Victory is the only creed.

  Death does not matter!

   There was a bit of excitement in the noise of chattering, and the players on the front line skillfully opened the safety with their rifles and leaned behind the concrete and gravel bunkers.

   "All team members are in place! There are only five minutes left!"

   "...I repeat, the freshmen in the team pay attention, let the machine gunners fire first, and the rifles are stabilized for me, and the waves will hit 50 meters!"

   "Remember! You are no longer rookies, don't use the little guy in your hand to pick the tyrant's teeth! Trust your teammates and the lances in their hands! Use the ammunition where it should be used!"

   "Come on - get ready for battle!"

   A shrill roar came from the thick fog.

   Running gnaws gushed out from the darkness like a tide, rushing towards the players’ positions across a messy battlefield.

   At the same time, three flares rose into the sky, dispelling the haze on the street.

  The machine guns deployed in the building roared first, and the bullets pierced through the thick gray-green fog, forming a dense rain of steel fire.

  The water-cooled Maxim, who was deployed at the forefront, also spewed out flames and swept wildly at the alien swarm that rushed like a tsunami.

  The players fired skillfully, and each team cooperated tacitly to clear the alien species in their respective defense zones.

   The charge in the first round was nothing but cannon fodder.

   They are already familiar with the routines of the aliens.

   First consume their bullets with a swarm of gnaws, and then send out high-health units and high-mobility units to try to break through the line of defense.

   Above the temporary command post, the roof of the building.

   Mosquito is taking his four apprentices, assembling the W-1 "floating mosquito" glider against the strong wind blowing on the rooftop.

  Because it is an experimental type, after an hour of debate, he finally persuaded his four disciples to add an X after W.

  There are 2 100kg aerial bombs installed on the plane, the power is comparable to the standard 250lb aerial bomb, and the weight is actually not much different.

   In addition, there are two 7mm small-caliber machine guns installed in the nacelle.

  Although at the beginning, it was proposed to directly mount the 20mm cannon, but Mosquito rejected the proposal after some deliberation.

  20mm cannon and ammo are too heavy!

   With that load, it’s better to carry two more bombs!

   What's more, this thing is a product of a "friend business".

   This is the moment when goblin technology is showing its strengths, how can you let your friends and businessmen take the limelight?

   "Hurry up!" Mosquito, holding the binoculars, urged his apprentices loudly as he looked down at the battlefield that he couldn't see at all.

   Persuasion couldn't help but raised his head and complained.

   "Damn! Why are you here to help!"

   Mosquito glared at him.

   "I'm a pilot! I said I was in charge of flying, what do you want me to do for you? Why don't we change it?!"

   Persuade Jia shivered, and then he stopped scolding.

   is not a fear of heights.

   is mainly due to lack of confidence.

   Although he participated in the design of this thing, the difference between the fixed wing and the quadrotor is too great, and he has no certainty about whether this thing can fly.

   What if?

  What if the propeller breaks or the wing falls apart?

   That's not an on-the-spot sacrifice to heaven!

  Mosquito doesn't care about shame, he still can't let go of his restraint.

   "Why do I feel something is wrong?" Mosquito standing on the edge of the building suddenly said.

   "What? What's wrong?" Facing the whistling wind, he raised his head deadly with his eyes squinted.

   Holding the telescope steadily, Mosquito frowned and muttered.

   "This gunshot has been going on for too long!"

   Isn't the first wave of offensive over yet?

   It should be over long ago!

   He always had a bad premonition.

  With the nature of dog planning, you will definitely not play cards according to the routine.

   He is also a **** old player who sneaked into the server in the early version, and he has long experienced Aguang's capricious "narrative style".

   Just when he vaguely felt something was wrong, a conspicuous scarlet suddenly lit up in the thick gray-green fog.

  The mortar position that was still on standby for the next round of attack suddenly opened fire, and dozens of shells swished into the sky, bursting a fire around the scarlet light.

   The sound of gunfire below the building became more intense, and a painful roar could be heard faintly in the thick fog...

   Looking at the spore cloud scattered by the shock wave of the explosion, the monster gradually emerging in the thick fog, and the mosquito holding the telescope tightly, I couldn't help but blurt out a beautiful hometown dialect.

   "Fuck!?"

   "What the **** is that?!"

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   (Tomorrow is New Year's Day, brother Meng, see you next year!)

   (end of this chapter)