This Game is Too Real

  Chapter 381 The Weakness of the Heart of Steel

   Peak.

  Beside a raised mound, Rourou inserted a crooked wooden sign on the ground.

   Write this line on it.

   is the language of this world.

   [He stood up for his partners and wrote a legend about courage with his life]

  【——Teddy】

   In addition to this name, there are also the signatures of all members of the White Bear Knights below.

   There are many memories about it, but she can't write too many gorgeous words, let alone sum it up in a few words.

   "I hope in the next life, you can visit our world to see..."

   "By the way, if you can choose, try to choose the one with dark circles under the eyes...they have the most comfortable days."

   stretched out his bear paw and lightly touched the raised mound, Rou Rou whispered a few words, and slowly stood up from the tombstone with his heavy body.

  The wind blew gently, swaying her white hair and the grass on the ground beside her.

  The morning sun in the distance has risen, casting a sparkling golden yellow in the forest.

   She wanted to sing a song before leaving, but couldn't remember which one to sing.

   stared at the epitaph on the wooden sign, touched the tail of his chin for a while, and suddenly found a blind spot.

"and many more."

   "Writing our names on it, will others misunderstand that we are buried underneath?"

   "Hey, don't tell ghost stories at this time." Rou Rou, who was still sad just now, couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry.

   "Well...it does feel a little weird." Sesame paste's expression was also a little subtle, with her index finger on her lips, "It's like... a big flag was erected."

  Tail suddenly had a hellish expression on his face, lowered his voice and said sneakily.

   "Speaking of ghost stories, I don't know if you've heard of that one... One day, a girl attended a friend's funeral and suddenly found that her name was written on the tombstone—"

   "Okay okay, please stop talking!"

   Rourou covered his tail's mouth, and the latter let out a strange scream.

   The hilarious voice dilutes a little sadness.

   Looking back at the scribbled tombstone, Sesame Paste gently squatted down and planted a small flower brought from down the mountain next to it.

   Since it is a completely real virtual reality game.

   I must wait for a few years, and the colorful flowers should bloom all over the hillside.

   As long as the server doesn't rollback...

   stood up from the ground, and she looked at her companions with a smile on her face.

   "We're leaving."

   As if he was always full of energy, the tail broke free from the fleshy arms and shook his fist vigorously.

   "Oh! Go!"

  …

  Because of a newspaper, people in the entire Boulder City were panicked.

   And Hal, the initiator of all this, is in high spirits at the moment - or smug.

   "Reprint! Another 20,000 copies were printed in yesterday's issue! Now our readers are not only idlers in taverns, jobless people wandering the streets, but also well-dressed citizens and nobles living in the inner city!"

   He was sitting by the window sill of the newspaper office, holding a bottle of champagne in his hand. He drank slightly drunk early in the morning and gave orders to the editors in the editorial department.

  Yes, a bottle.

   And it's a big bottle.

   But it was all worth it.

   Just the day before yesterday, the publication volume of "Survivor Daily" was still hovering around 6,000, and as soon as yesterday's headline came out, the newspapers on the market were instantly bought out.

   More than that, subscriptions have doubled and now people across the city are listening to him.

   As for House?

   is nothing but a defeated dog who can only play yin and yang on the radio, and he doesn't take it seriously at all!

   Looking away from the staff, Hal looked at Fang Chang who was standing in the editorial department with a bright smile on his face.

   "My dear friend, the two photos you brought are perfect! Why don't you come to our newspaper and become a reporter! Based on my years of experience, you are a genius!"

  It's okay to work for many years...

  Fang Chang remembered that a month ago, this guy was a polite royal family member.

   In just a few weeks, it has been corrupted into this informal, mouthful of running a train.

   He didn't know for a while whether it was the newspaper office or the city full of copper stench that he should complain about and destroy people.

   Gently coughed, Fang Chang said.

   "You might as well thank our manager... I can only be regarded as a tool person at most."

   "Haha, of course that one should also thank you - please allow me to pay the highest respect second only to the spirit of the sand sea to the manager!"

  While saying this, Hal took another sip on the bottle.

   Fang Chang felt that he did not respect him from the bottom of his heart, but just made a random excuse for drinking.

but……

   didn't seem to make fun of his position.

   It seems that there are always people talking about Thunder Bluff, but there are not many players who really like Tauren.

   The first person in this game to be called "Respected Manager" is him, and now this has become a custom of players to increase the sense of substitution.

   As for respect?

   There may be a point of admiration. After all, if you want to find such an upright, selfless, dedicated person in reality, I am afraid you can only open the history book and look for it.

   But speaking of respect from the heart, it seems that there is really nothing to talk about for a character in the game.

   "Salute to the Manager!"

   Fang Chang said briefly, touched the wine glass in his hand and his wine bottle with a smile, took a sip, and put it aside.

   "Is it really good for you to drink early in the morning?" Dolly whispered with her arms crossed.

   The guys in the editorial department are all working hard.

  Fang Chang doesn’t matter, he wasn’t from the newspaper office at first, but only occasionally came to “do tasks”.

   But this Hal...

   Is he the president anyway?

"It doesn't matter! Even when I'm drunk, I can write wonderful words in 12 sorts... hiccup." Hal burped, staggeringly found a chair and sat down, "I figured it out. , this war will be an opportunity! The future "Daily Survivor" will not only be a newspaper in Boulder City, but will become the best-selling newspaper in the entire River Valley Province, and even the entire Wasteland!"

   Fang Chang made a joke.

   "Be bigger and stronger, right?"

  Hall's glasses flashed, and he snapped his fingers with his right hand.

"That's what I mean!"

   "I'm afraid it's a bit difficult. There's not even a unified currency in this wasteland."

  Hal smiled and said, "Haha, there will always be someone to solve these problems, I believe they will."

   Looking at his nonsense, Fang Chang shook his head with a smile, and was about to leave here with Dolly.

   At this moment, Hal suddenly said.

   "Actually I don't understand a bit."

   "Don't understand anything."

   Looking at Fang Chang who stopped, Hal continued.

   "That Shuyu told me... This is very important for us to defeat the Legion."

   "He's right, what's the problem?"

"The problem is not small. Why do respected managers think that a newspaper can solve the problem? Here, it doesn't really matter what the ordinary survivors say. They can't even eat." Hal expressed doubts .

  This is actually very similar to his hometown.

  The kingdom of Luoxia Province, all rights belong to the supreme king.

   And all the rights here belong to the city lord who never shows up in public.

   What if the Legion's airships startle the people of this city?

   Even though everyone was shivering in front of the 400mm main gun, the city lord didn’t say a word, right?

   "Yes." Fang Chang did not deny it.

   Howl asked curiously.

   "Then what's the point of publicizing it to them? Of course, this is just my personal curiosity... Anyway, they like to watch the fun, even if there is no manager's instruction, I will continue to do follow-up reports."

   "The meaning is mobilization."

   "mobilization?"

"Yes, we will fight another war of life and death, and it is not only about our life and death. Although we cannot influence the decision-making of the city owner, we can let those who want to live, before it is too late, Do something."

"Whether they're stevedores at a trading post, workers on an assembly line, mercenaries with money to spare, or factory owners, bankers, or whatever... of course Boulder has its owners, but it's made up of these people in the end. ."

   Looking at the drunken newspaper president, Fang Chang paused for a moment and continued.

   "This city is like a rusty machine, we need to make it move, move a little bit, wake up a little bit..."

   "And this is the meaning of mobilization."

  Hal pondered for a while, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his drunken face.

"I see……"

   "I seem to understand what you are going to do."

   came out of the newspaper.

   Fang Chang noticed Dolly who was walking aside and was looking at him curiously.

"What's wrong?"

   "How do you know so much."

   When she said this, her tone couldn't tell whether it was surprise or admiration, or maybe it was a little bit.

   "Maybe because I came from the shelter?" Fang Chang said half-jokingly.

   "Sanctuary..." With her arms folded on the back of her head, Dolly looked up at the sky and wondered what she was thinking.

   At this time, she suddenly looked at him as if she had thought of something.

   "Then you know so much, don't you think we are stupid outside the shelter?"

   Fang Chang was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile.

"how is this possible."

   Rather, he admires these wastelanders for being tenacious and optimistic to live 200 years after the decline of civilization.

  It’s okay to walk around wearing a filter, if you really live in this world…

   He thought he would probably go mad.

   It’s not that you are not mentally able to bear it, but that you have a clear understanding of your own abilities.

   There is no need for wars, apocalypse, and wasteland. Just money can't buy things, and his SAN value will probably go crazy.

  Dolly stared at his eyes for a while, then the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

   "Ow, that's fine."

   The emerald green hair swayed gently, and she threw a word of unknown meaning, and she walked briskly ahead.

  “?”

   Looking at the girl who was suddenly in a good mood, Fang Chang couldn't help falling into contemplation.

   Are you so happy to be praised for being smart?

   This is too coaxing.

  …

   Dawn City, Army Command.

   On the wooden command table, lay a front-line battle report that Xiao Qi helped sort out.

  Since a stable communication network has not been built yet, Chu Guang can only learn about the frontline dynamics through the official website forum.

  The "communication network" established based on the morphogenetic field runs completely in another unrelated parallel world, and the connection can be guaranteed under any circumstances.

"...Forcibly marched for 30 hours in a row, infiltrated into the defense area in pieces, made five consecutive raids across 15 kilometers, and annihilated nearly a hundred troops... Are you sure this is a team of only 20 people? Human troops?"

   The most important thing is that only a few people suffered non-fatal injuries and no one was killed!

  Vanus' face was full of surprise.

   To be honest, he doesn't really believe it.

  The battle report mixed with water can be said to be the basic exercise of the frontline troops, and he has a deep understanding of this.

   However, this is also excusable.

  After all, the battle situation is changing rapidly. After three minutes of being on the ground, no one is taken away to count as a kill, and someone taken away counts as a wounded. It is impossible for someone to hold a telescope and hold a watch to count how many seconds an enemy unit can’t afford to fall to the ground.

As an excellent commander, the first thing you need to do is to identify the true and false information sent from the front line, and to judge the general situation of the battle based on the vague information, command those who are "maybe still alive", and execute "maybe it can be completed". The command.

   If his subordinates sent such a battle report, or said something like this to him on the radio, his first reaction would have been that the guy was farting.

However--

   This battle report was brought by the manager himself after all.

   This adult is not the kind of layman who knows nothing about war. I heard that earlier, he not only carried a nitrogen power hammer to kill the enemy, but also took the lead in blowing the charging whistle.

   Later, there were more and more talents in the alliance, and he gradually moved from the front line to the backstage after leaving behind a bunch of mystical legends.

   If Vanus was to evaluate, if this man was born in the Legion, at least he was a figure at the level of Generals Klaas and Griffin.

   As for why he is not a higher-level army commander and a supreme marshal, it is only because ordinary people can only achieve the position of generals by their abilities.

   It wasn't just Vanus who was surprised.

  Including all the officers of the command, after seeing the beautiful and outrageous battle report, everyone's faces showed disbelief.

   "...To be precise, there are only more than 20 people here, and there are more than 100 people and logistics on their way. It is expected to arrive within three days."

   Speaking of this, Chu Guang's face couldn't help but show a hint of emotion.

   "Don't say you can't believe it, I was equally surprised when I first got this battle report... But I can be sure that its authenticity is beyond doubt."

  The players who exchanged the battle situation on the forum will "verify" each other, and the battle report that Xiaoqi helped him sort out is the result of the final verification.

   is also the closest result to the truth.

   Seeing that the manager said so, the officers no longer questioned the battle report sent from the front.

   turned to a discussion of coping strategies.

   "...According to frontline information, the Heart of Steel is suspected of having an engine failure, and obvious suspension brackets can be seen on the outside of the hull, as well as construction workers who are being repaired."

   "At the same time, they also increased the scale of their ground deployments, and sent about a thousand troops. It seems that they plan to use Ruigu City as a base for a long time."

"However, their methods are not very clever, and they are still the same old-fashioned threat of force. They send soldiers to extort the nearby survivors' settlements, asking them to contribute food, livestock and labor to the airship, and at the same time use dinars to bribe those mercenaries and looters as The out-of-staff team...the local survivors also complained about it."

   Looking at the map hanging on the shelf, Chu Guang continued.

   "I have communicated with the commander on the front line, and he and I have basically the same idea."

   "In the first stage of the campaign, we must strategically unite the local survivors, and tactically consume the opponent's living strength through guerrilla warfare."

   "As long as we can reduce the opponent's staff by more than 20% in the first stage, it is possible to force them to withdraw from this area...or, adopt a more aggressive strategy!"

   Having said that, Chu Guang paused and looked around at the officers present in the command room.

"In the latter case, the battlefield will probably no longer be limited to 150 kilometers away, and we need to prepare for the worst. At the same time, before the final battle, we must find the airship that can An effective way to shoot down!"

  Chu Guang suddenly looked at Vanus who was thinking.

   "Are you familiar with that Captain McClane?"

  Vanus froze for a moment, then gave a wry smile.

   "I'm just a centurion...and, a centurion of the clone troopers."

   "Being able to sit in the captain's position before the age of 40, that person has a promising future in the legion... There is no need to pay attention to a little guy like me."

Although the    Legion is famous for the large number of clone troopers in the wasteland, the status of the officers who command the cannon fodder can only be said to be mediocre.

   Especially the air fortresses like the "Heart of Steel" belong to a completely different system from the army.

   Even if they met face to face, that McLen probably wouldn't give him a second look.

  Chu Guang nodded and said nothing.

   "Well, it seems that the option of negotiation can be given up."

   Although he never had this fantasy.

   "The key is that troublesome deflector shield," the corps commander of the 1st Corps said with a wrench, frowning, "If we get a low-speed bomb and throw it on them..."

  Vanus shook his head.

   "It's as simple as you said, let alone flying here from the west coast, they can't even fly out of the door."

   "The anti-aircraft machine guns all over the fuselage are enough to intercept any targets approaching at low speed, not to mention the armor-piercing effect of explosives in open areas... I'm afraid it will also deal with its engine."

   Those long rows of propellers in parallel are not very technical things, and it is not difficult to break a few.

  However, even if that thing was blown out, it would at most be equivalent to a flat tire on a bicycle or a broken track on a tank, which would not cause substantial damage at all.

   "Does this guy have no weaknesses?" Wrench couldn't help asking.

  Vanus said after a moment of silence.

   "Weaknesses, of course there are."

  Chu Guang asked immediately.

"Where?"

   "Belly."

  Vanus pointed to the photo, just below the airship.

"...Here is the bomb bay. Compared to other parts, this area has the least density of firepower. I have heard people say before that survivors used a dense balloon array to cause them a lot of trouble. Although In the end, it was the survivor colony that was razed."

  The command headquarters fell silent.

   An officer of the staff said after a moment of contemplation.

   "The weak point is in the abdomen... If we fire the anti-aircraft guns directly under them, can we do effective damage to that airship?"

  Vanus shook his head.

   "Then I don't know, but I think their ground troops and the observers on the airship should not be blind."

   The officers of the First Corps clenched their fists.

"Let's find a way to get a vertical-launching landing craft! Let's ambush under them first, and then stab them like a bird's nest! We have the strongest light infantry, just rush into that fort and beat that thing in minutes. Get down!"

  Vanus sighed and said nothing.

   He didn't need to refute this time, even the wrench standing beside him couldn't help but complain.

   "What if they dropped bombs?"

   "That's right! Also, what is the landing craft that is launched into the sky? I've never heard of it!"

   Looking at the officers who were talking at length, Chu Guang also fell into contemplation.

   At this moment, a phone call suddenly came to him.

   "I'll take a call."

   After leaving this sentence, Chu Guang turned around and walked outside the door, temporarily leaving the discussion to the officers in the headquarters.

  The call was from Luca.

As soon as   's upper body appeared on the VM's screen, he couldn't wait to speak.

   "Sir, the city hall of Boulder City summoned the person in charge of our stationed office this morning!"

   "That Duron?"

"Yes!"

   "What did he say?"

   Facing the manager's question, Luca said with an intriguing expression.

"He said a lot...for example, asked us if we needed help. And he also mentioned that since we helped them share part of the wave at the beginning of the year, they had a lot of arms stock left for the wave...if we are interested , they are willing to sell it to us at 50% off.”

   Although this is undoubtedly a good thing, because the other party's conditions are so generous that he can't make up his mind whether there will be a big hole hidden in it.

   Therefore, after he received the news, he immediately called Chu Guang.

  Chu Guang was stunned after hearing this, and asked subconsciously.

   "Is it 50% off the market price or 50% off the cost price?"

   "50% off the purchase cost...and that Dulong also said that if we don't have enough money, we can lend us another loan for arms purchases."

  What the hell?

   And this good thing?

  Chu Guang's face was full of surprise.

   Although it was his idea to pull the Boulder City into the chariot of the Alliance, but this speed... is too fast, right?

   It seems that the 400mm main gun has brought a lot of shock to the "civilized people" living in the giant wall, and they don't even care about making money.

   Without the slightest hesitation, Chu Guang said immediately.

   "Let them deliver it quickly! I want as much as I want, the sooner the better!"

   "Also, remember to tell them that weapons to deal with the waves are not enough. We can build rifles and artillery ourselves. What we need are weapons that can really cause damage to that airship!"

   At this moment, Chu Guang suddenly remembered what the officers had discussed just now, and added a sentence unceremoniously at the back.

   "Especially the high-altitude landing gear!"

   "It would be even better if we could help our people board that airship!"

   (end of this chapter)