This Game is Too Real

   Chapter 319 The business of this game company is too extensive!

   "Fuck...Are these dogs crazy?"

   Inside a half-collapsed residential building.

   Standing in the open-top bathroom without the ceiling, Ye Shi held a telescope in his hand, staring at the street 300 meters away.

   It is five o'clock in the morning, the sun has not yet risen, but the sky is already bright.

  I saw fifty or so looters closely following a truck with welded steel plates, with one—no, four machine guns to be exact!

   I don’t know if the 12mm heavy machine guns are not enough, the looters of the Ya clan also connected the light machine guns in series, and they were connected in a row with iron wires, steel bars and screws.

   This made Ye Shi couldn't help thinking of the quadruple Max Qin he had seen in the movie, which was similar to this thing.

  The only difference is that one is water cooling and the other is air cooling which is slightly advanced.

   But intuition tells Ye Shi that these predators probably did not learn it from film and television works, but from the quadruple air defense card of the Skeleton Corps.

   "7mm machine gun anti-aircraft... Which genius came up with the idea." Fang Chang couldn't help but complain.

   Lao Bai, who was sitting by the side and nibbling on the wheat cake, said with a laugh.

   "Don't tell me, if the supplies of this thing can keep up, the firepower density might scare people to death. Just like the wooden plane of the mosquito, it only takes half a second to get down from the sky."

   Gu Feng touched the bridge of his nose with his index finger.

   "...in terms of effects, we probably really beat them that night."

   Watching the patrol disappear on the street corner, Ye Shi, who put down his binoculars, sighed.

   "That's what I said, but now that they are all in a group, it's a little uncomfortable."

   The AI ​​of this game is very smart.

   will not only cut the player's leeks, but also adjust the AI's action strategy in real time according to the player's game behavior. It turned out that the predator, who could only stare at the plane, DIYed the anti-aircraft weapon in the name.

   What is that called?

right!

  Machine Learning!

   is indeed the only fully immersive virtual reality online game in the world. This AI technology is also strong.

   Lao Bai, who was eating the cake, said calmly.

   "Don't worry, the Ya clan is dispatching troops to the front line recently, we just need to keep an eye on their tanks."

   At present, the Burning Corps has been broken down into pieces and scattered in the city. It is still a bit difficult to rely on the four-man squad to face the 100-strong predator.

But that's okay.

   They can call in air strikes.

   Usually, the predators’ tanks are hidden in the underground garage. Now they are all moving to the front line. They don’t need to go up and confront the tanks. As long as they lock the approximate position of the tanks, the players who fly will naturally give them a surprise.

   In just one week, the Burning Corps has called for air strikes to scrap four Conqueror 10s, and one of them was not scrapped, but it was also paralyzed.

   Without the support of logistical supplies, with the hands-on ability of this group of savages, at most one track can be repaired. As for the damaged engine or even the oil pipeline, it is basically the same as scrapping.

   "It seems that no tanks will pass this street today." Fang Chang glanced at the time on the VM, and the sky not far away was already white with fish belly.

  Old Bai threw away the paper wrapping the oatmeal and got up from the floor with a rifle.

   "Find a safe place to go offline."

While    was talking, a light creaking sound suddenly came from downstairs.

   The four were immediately alert.

  Old Bai quickly moved to the living room entrance, leaning out half of his body to cover the stairs. Then the strong wind released the "Firefly" drone, which flew out from the broken ceiling and landed outside the residential building.

   Ye Shi said solemnly: "No killing intent... The other party should not have found us, or not sure of our specific location."

   "Searching..." The expression of Gu Feng, who was operating the drone, suddenly stopped, and he was stunned.

  I saw a slightly immature face hidden in the window downstairs, and it was difficult to distinguish his gender from the unkempt appearance. Gu Feng can only judge that he is not very old, even taking into account the impact of malnutrition on development, at most seven or eight years old.

   Those black eyes stared at the drone outside the window motionless, and the pupils were filled with anxiety, tension and curiosity.

   He probably thought he was hiding well, but he didn't know that the camera could see the situation in the room clearly.

   "It should be a local survivor...a child." After speaking, Gu Feng synchronized the drone's screen to the teammate's VM.

   Fang Chang asked cautiously.

   "Are there any other people around? Or weapons?"

   There were a lot of young soldiers among the looters, and he did not let his guard down just because the opponent was a child.

   Gu Feng shook his head.

   "I didn't see... I haven't seen such a thin predator yet."

"Alert lifted."

   At least temporarily lifted...

  Old Bai breathed a sigh of relief, put away the rifle in his hand, and turned off the safety.

  This game is too real in some places.

   Even if the dream filter filters out most of the sensory stimuli that are beyond the tolerance limit, for players with a strong sense of substitution, the behavior of exceeding the limit will still feel mentally uncomfortable.

   For example, seeing the looters throw the living into the frying pan...

  If he could, he really didn't want to use someone younger than him as a rival.

   patted Fang Chang's shoulder, Lao Bai said.

   "Let's go, ready to change places."

  It is already dawn.

   It is impossible for the predator's tank to come out during the day, and there is no point in continuing to squat down. It's better to go offline and go to the official website for a while.

   But the players are all online at the moment. From 6:00 pm to 12:00 pm, the official website belongs to cloud players.

   During this period of time, they fought every day and night, and their work and rest were completely disrupted...

   Go to the stairs.

  Old Bai suddenly remembered something.

   "By the way, the airdrop box from last night has not been collected yet, so go pick it up before going offline."

   Ye Shi asked curiously.

   "Didn't you say you're not in a hurry to recycle?"

  Old Bai didn't answer this question, but took out the big bag of green wheat cakes left in his backpack and put it on the floor.

   "I changed my mind."

   Fang Chang sighed.

"You'd better not take the game too much as a reality. In the setting, there are at least five or six thousand survivors in this city, and that little airdrop can't help at all. I really want to pull them out of the dire straits. , it's better to get rid of the predators as soon as possible."

   Lao Bai smiled.

   "I know, just take this as my self-satisfaction."

   The group left.

   heard the sound from upstairs disappear.

  The boy crept upstairs to see if the soldiers of the new alliance had any garbage left for recycling.

   Things like bullet casings can be exchanged for food if you take them to the stronghold of the resistance organization.

   But the boy didn't hold out much hope for the cartridge case.

   Yesterday all night, these people didn't fire a single shot, and it would be a ghost if there were bullet casings left.

  Since the looters came, the settlements of the survivors have been destroyed one after another, and the survivors have either been captured as slaves or hid underground. Since there is no farmland, they can only grow some fungi that do not require high light, or go outside to find wild green wheat, croissants, or even eat soil and bark.

   I could have survived like this, but unfortunately, the plague broke out in Xizhou City recently, and the mushroom field has suffered a serious decline. Wild crops such as green wheat and croissant have almost disappeared from Xizhou City. The stronghold of the resistance organization has encountered an unprecedented crisis of survival.

  In the past, everyone could receive very little relief food, but now even the nutritional cream has to be picked up and replaced.

  The boy originally wanted to join the guerrillas. He heard that the guerrillas took care of the meals, but he was too young. The other party looked around and didn't look at him, so he could only pick up waste on the street with sacks.

   Fortunately, soldiers from the new alliance have recently joined the battlefield. These people are not only better equipped than the guerrillas, but also have a good habit of wasting.

   These people never pick up the bullet casings that fell on the ground. Sometimes encounters occur suddenly, and half of the dry food is not collected, but is thrown away.

  The guerrillas encouraged them to recover the bullet casings on the ground. 20 copper bullet casings can be exchanged for 100g of nutritional paste. Sometimes the boy can't help but think, if only had the opportunity to go to the new league.

  The people of the new alliance don’t even want bullet casings that have fallen on the ground. They must have endless garbage at home.

  Up the stairs, the boy was about to touch into the next room.

   At this moment, he suddenly smelled a fragrance.

   took a breath, and the boy looked for the scent.

   Seeing the green wheat cake on the ground, a pair of black eyes instantly widened. Extremely hungry, he jumped up immediately, grabbed a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

   The feeling of happiness spread between his lips and teeth, and a strange expression appeared on that sallow face.

   He couldn't tell what it tasted like, and he had never eaten such a delicious green wheat cake... By the way, is this really green wheat cake? Why is there a smell of oil, and there is no oxalic acid at all!

How did    do it?

   Are these people the messengers of the horned deer god? !

   Finally swallowed the food in his mouth. The boy looked at the bag of green wheat cakes on the ground greedily. He didn't continue to eat them, and carefully put them into the sack.

   "Go back before dawn."

   After staying outside for a long time, my sister will be worried...

   Thanks silently to those generous people, the boy carefully put away the rest of the oatmeal, got into the small gap like a rabbit, and left the apartment.

   He didn't know why the soldiers of the new alliance left these delicious foods.

   As if he didn't know at this moment, there were four pairs of eyes following him behind his back.

   "Speaking of which... shall we really follow a child?" Ye Shi said with a strange expression.

   Fang Chang did not directly answer this question.

   In other words, he didn't answer from the perspective of Ye Shi's question.

   "We make a bold assumption, assuming that an NPC's behavioral logic is to go out for food, then enough food is collected, what is his next step?"

   Ye Shi was stunned.

   "...bring the food home?"

   "Correct answer!" Fang Chang snapped his fingers silently and said with a smile, "As long as we follow him, we can find his home."

   Ye Shi held his forehead.

   "I said to you... You won't even have to turn over the boxes of other people's scavengers."

   The wind also said something.

   "I don't agree with this kind of behavior, and feel guilty for a few silver coins."

   Fang Chang coughed.

   "When did I say I would rummage through other people's boxes, do I have such a dog?! I'm just curious about where he lives, aren't you curious?"

   Ye Shi and Gu Feng looked at each other.

   "Don't you mean living underground?"

   "Well... It was written in the background information on the official website that the survivors of Xizhou City hid underground to deal with the looters of the Bone-chewing tribe, and established resistance organizations and guerrillas."

   Fang Chang said sadly.

"Yeah! You also know that they have established a resistance organization, and a wave of rational analysis, organized, shouldn't there be a fixed base? A survivor settlement is at our feet, and we have been on the new map for more than half a year. It's been a month, and I still don't know where it is! Don't you wonder what it looks like?"

   The wind froze slightly.

   "A wave of rational analysis... It can indeed be analyzed like this."

   "Hey, I just want to do a good thing, why do you have to make the problem so complicated..." Old Bai scratched the back of his head with a headache, "Forget it, what you said makes sense."

   If you can get on line with local resistance groups, it will definitely help them.

  It is strange to say that they have been here for more than half a month, and the local resistance organization has never contacted them.

   Is it because the program settings require players to discover by themselves?

   "Aren't you going to recycle the airdrop boxes then?" Ye Shi asked.

"I won't accept it, it's going to be dawn soon, wait until it's dark before I collect it... Let's go to meet the resistance organizations here first," Lao Bai stretched out his hand from the long tactical bag and took two packets of green wheat cakes , "Equalize my two packs."

   "Hey! You take what's in my backpack, I'm hanging on my chest to block bullets." Fang Chang reflexively ducked to the side, covering his chest with both hands.

   Lao Bai couldn't help rolling his eyes.

   "This can stop a ghost's bullet!"

  Ye Ten: "Hahahaha."

   The strong wind coughed dryly.

   "Don't leave people behind... go."

   The group followed behind the boy, crossed two streets, walked for about two kilometers, and came to the entrance of a half-collapsed subway station.

The    boy stopped at the entrance, looked around carefully, and slipped in through the entrance.

   Fang Chang and his group followed him, passed through the ticket gate of the subway station, and entered the tunnel from the platform.

   There are a lot of rats here, and the abandoned carriages are filled with darkness, and they are not afraid of people, even baring their teeth at them.

  The boy pulled out a steel bar, waved it randomly a few times to drive the mouse away, and then immediately ran towards the depths of the tunnel.

   "These are the little brothers of the poor brother, right?" Ye Shi, who followed behind, muttered in a low voice.

   "You're thinking too much about him... Don't worry about these mice, don't lose the target." Intuition told Fang Chang that they were almost there.

  The boy stopped in front of an iron gate painted with green paint, stretched out his hand and knocked rhythmically on the door a few times.

   It didn't take long for the door to open.

  The boy dodged in and disappeared from the tunnel.

   As if it never appeared.

   "...There should be the entrance to the underground settlement of survivors in Xizhou City!" Fang Chang's face was full of excitement.

  New map!

   A hot post with 10W+ likes is here!

   Lao Bai touched his chin.

   "I was thinking how should we greet them, just go up and knock on the door? Or should I say hello first?"

   Wind thought.

   "I think it might be better to reveal your identity first."

   Just as Lao Bai and Kuang Feng were discussing how to greet each other, Ye Shi's expression suddenly changed slightly, and he held the semi-automatic rifle in his hand.

"someone is coming!"

The voice of    almost fell, and footsteps came from behind the tunnel.

  I saw a group of men in shabby clothes and sloppy clothes appearing near the platform of the subway station. They carried iron-barreled rifles on their backs and woven bags in their hands. Judging from the shriveled bags, today's harvest should not be very good.

   and Lao Bai's group met their eyes. The group of people was obviously stunned for a while, and then they immediately shouted in panic and loaded the iron tube rifle in their hands.

   The tense atmosphere suddenly heated up.

   Putting his index finger on the insurance, Lao Bai glanced at the weapons in those people's hands and gave his good brother Fang Chang a look.

  Fang Chang understood, lowered the muzzle of his gun and took a step forward, shouting in the words of someone he didn't know very well.

   "We are the paratroopers of the new alliance! We are here with a peaceful purpose, I hope you calm down!"

   The paratroopers of the new alliance? !

   Aren't they fighting looters?

  How did you get here.

   The group of people standing at the entrance of the tunnel was obviously stunned, obviously not expecting that the people from the new alliance would be here.

   Maintaining his aiming posture, the man in the lead shouted nervously.

   "...how do we trust you!"

   Fang Chang said succinctly.

   "It is our greatest sincerity to keep you standing. If you continue to aim at us, don't blame us."

   "Stop it all!"

  The door, painted green, opened.

   A man in a leather jacket came out.

   Two guards holding automatic rifles stood beside him, followed by a boy, who was holding a bag in his hand, and was looking at the four people in the middle of the tunnel nervously.

   Lao Bai looked at the boy and then at the man in the leather jacket. The angular face is like a knife, and the sharp pupils are easily reminiscent of the jackals that can be seen everywhere in the wasteland.

   is a master.

   Whether it is experience or strength.

   Lao Bai made an evaluation in his heart.

   And while he was observing the man, the man was also looking at him with fearful eyes.

   "Wu Chengyi, the mayor of Hope Town, and the captain of the guerrillas, what is your name?" The man reported himself.

   "Lao Bai." Lao Bai didn't know how to use the idiom [white horse crosses a gap] in human conjunctions, so he used the nickname everyone gave him.

   Wu Chengyi was not surprised by this name, which was obviously not his real name.

  There are any names on the wasteland.

It doesn't matter what    is called.

   "You are from the new alliance?"

  Old Bai, who is not good at human joint language, casts a glance at Fang Chang for help, and asks him to guess by looking at the expression and demeanor combined with the context, but it is a bit embarrassing for him to communicate normally.

  ‘What should I do? ’

'Let me do it. ’

   One can see the embarrassment of the good brother at a glance, Fang Chang took over the conversation, cooperated with the translation function of VM, and said.

"Yes, we are loyal to the new alliance, loyal to the administrator, fighting for the revival of civilization, and currently at war with the bone-biting tribe... I heard that you are too, we thought that the enemy of the enemy might become a friend, so we did not Please come by yourself."

   Is the enemy of the enemy a friend...

   Not necessarily so in the wasteland.

   The enemy of the enemy may become friends if they are evenly matched. If the strength is very different, it may become the opponent's trophy.

  The vast majority of survivors in Xizhou City have a favorable impression of the new alliance, and even hold an unrealistic vision, but Wu Chengyi is very clear that there is no free lunch in this world.

  As the leader of a resistance organization, he needs to think about more things. It is extremely dangerous to easily trust strangers until he understands the other party's motives.

   Wu Chengyi stared at Fang Chang and continued.

   "The last question, what do you think of us?"

   "What do you think?"

   Fang Chang was stunned for a moment, then he understood what the man in front of him wanted to ask, and said after thinking for a moment.

   "You are a group of... brave people, at least they didn't surrender. Of course, this is just my opinion. If you want to ask the manager's opinion, you may as well ask him directly."

   Wu Chengyi was slightly stunned.

   "Do you have a way to get in touch with him?"

   Fang Chang gave him a strange look.

   "Of course, our radio station can contact the rear at any time."

   Hearing these words, expressions of joy appeared on the faces of everyone around.

   and the guard beside him exchanged a few words in a low voice, Wu Chengyi motioned for the guerrillas to put away their guns.

   walked alone in front of the players and stretched out his right hand.

   "...Thank you for helping us, and please forgive us for being wary. In the past six months, we have witnessed the deaths of too many compatriots, and it is difficult for us to easily trust any strangers."

   Fang Chang shook his hand.

"understand."

   After a pause, Wu Chengyi continued.

   "I have considered your proposal just now."

   "Allow me to talk to your manager."

  …

  New Alliance Barracks.

   Chu Guang, sitting in the command room, was watching the report sent from Qingshi County.

  The survey of the copper-molybdenum deposit has been completed, the construction equipment has been delivered, and the mining and smelting of the copper mine is already in progress.

  As of last weekend, the new alliance's industrial raw materials such as copper ore, molybdenum ore, sulfur, etc. can already be self-sufficient.

  The railway for transportation has also been laid from Yuanxi Town to Qingshi County.

  Chu Guang has paid special attention to the speeches on the forum of the professional players who were "sent to the Geopark to explore for mineral deposits" in the past few days.

   Judging from the photos they took and what other cloud players discussed, the mining equipment left over from the early days of the People's Alliance era shocked everyone.

   Especially in industrial design.

  Although more than 300 years have passed, the mining equipment used as antique exhibitions has long been unusable, but the design ideas of some equipment still bring them a lot of inspiration.

   The kind of shock that came from the professional field is far stronger than the feeling of solid hydrogen and X-4 fiber for those little players in the field of geology.

   All the little players who participated in the exploration work couldn't help but sigh.

   The business of this game company is too extensive!

   "Master, there is new news about the Burning Corps you sent to Xizhou City." Xiao Qi's voice came from his ear.

   Putting down the report sent by the logistics department, Chu Guang asked casually.

"what news?"

   Xiaoqi continued.

   "Your player has contacted a local survivor. A man who claims to be the leader of the resistance wants to speak to you."

  The resistance organization in Xizhou City?

   To be honest, in his original plan, he had considered using the strength of the local survivors to deal with the Ya clan.

   But that was a few versions ago.

   With enough cards in his hand now, there is no need to support the local resistance organizations. If they are too fat, it will affect the subsequent collection.

   However, since they took the initiative to contact themselves...

   This might be a good opportunity.

   Lightly tapped his index finger on the table, Chu Guang thought for a while, and said.

   "Make an appointment with them for me."

   "Okay, Master!"

  As an assistant, Xiao Qi is as reliable as ever today. After he finished speaking, he immediately went to help him arrange the time for the conference call.

   picked up the tablet on the table again, Chu Guang turned to the last document.

  【Xizhou City Industrial Zone Development Plan (Draft)】

   After thinking for a while, Chu Guang added a line to the title.

  【…and the reconstruction plan of the new recovery area and the settlement of survivors】

  The large number of survivors in Xizhou City, coupled with the prisoners of the plunderers, cannot be digested at one time with the population capacity of Dawn City.

   The best way is to build a new settlement and place those survivors there.

   It happened that he planned to transfer the heavy industry from Qingquan City to Xizhou City, which was farther from the Stone City.

   Looking at the document in his hand, Chu Guang nodded with satisfaction.

   "This cake..."

   "Players and Aboriginal people should love it."

   (end of this chapter)