This Game is Too Real

  Chapter 401 On the Frontline!

  【…I think this is our last chance. 】

  【If we can't keep it in the river valley province and wait until the airship returns to the port to complete the supply and join the local ground forces, then we will face a crisis several times the status quo. 】

   Vault 79, Administrator's Office.

   In addition to Chu Guang, there are more than a dozen people standing here.

   A few days ago, when Chu Guang set off from Qingquan City to Ruigu City, he issued an order to move the headquarters to the front line.

   In addition to Vanus and other staff officers, the officers of the First Corps, including Wrench, were also transferred here.

   At this moment, Chu Guang was holding a handwritten battle plan in his hand. After reading the preface, he looked at the general outline.

   The entire plan has a total of twenty-four pages. It was written by Commander Quan Shui, the corps commander of the Storm Corps. The objective evaluation is quite good, and the plan is very detailed in both macro and details.

The    plan divided the campaign into three phases, including air warfare, ground warfare, and the final landing battle.

   Including what kind of goals need to be achieved in each stage, how many people need to be invested, how many weapons and what to do if the progress is smooth, what to do if the progress is not smooth, etc., which are described in detail in the combat plan of each stage.

  This plan is of course not completed in one day.

  Chu Guang had noticed a long time ago that from the moment the Stormtroopers arrived in Ruigu City, or from the moment the 400mm main gun opened fire, the player named Commander Springs had been watching the airship.

   Including its observation distance, fire accuracy, fire interval, muzzle turning speed, reconnaissance efficiency at different distances, etc.

   And these operational parameters are listed in this operational plan as arguments at the moment, and the action plan for each stage in the plan is designed based on the weaknesses reflected in these data.

   But even though the plan was so detailed, the player named Commander Spring still mentioned at the end of the plan——

  【The strength of the enemy and us is very different, our chance of winning is less than 20%, and it is difficult to use the same method twice, we only have one chance! 】

   [Since victory and defeat are in one fell swoop, there is no need to preserve strength. 】

  【It is recommended to do a general mobilization! 】

   turned the plan to the end, and Chu Guang handed it to Vanus who was standing beside him.

"What do you think?"

  Vanus took over the plan and flipped through it. It took a little longer than Chu Guang to see the end. After thinking for a moment, he gave an objective evaluation.

   "It's well written, but it's still a little modest. In my opinion... there should be a 30% chance of winning."

   As a commander of a clone troop, he has never been on an airship, and the detailed operational parameters of the airship are also kept secret.

   He can only analyze the public battle reports in the past several times. The data obtained through actual combat tests should be more than 70% accurate.

  The only advantage of the new alliance is probably only in intelligence.

After the   Bone-chewing tribe fled as birds and beasts, the Legion's intelligence network in the southern river valley province could be said to be blank.

The Bugra Free State in the north may have the sight of the legion, but it is too far from here. The trade route between the new alliance and the north has just begun, and because the growth rate is too fast, a lot of information can be passed through the Bugra Free State. There is also outdated information from a few months ago in the legion.

   asked the wrench who was standing beside him with a frown.

   "Only 30%?"

  Vanus nodded and said rigorously.

"Well... in my impression, most of the battles Iron Heart participated in were asymmetric warfare, or in our terms, suppression warfare. Considering this situation... they may not necessarily have combat experience in electronic warfare, but they may just be is inexperienced."

   "With all due respect, it's a big gamble."

  Chu Guang thought for a moment and said.

   "I bet the opponent has never seen this kind of play, right?"

  Vanus nodded.

   "Yes, this is a crazy plan, and I don't recommend you adopt it. But I have to admire your corps commander. In one month, you can study the parameters of the Heart of Steel so thoroughly."

  Chu Guang smiled lightly.

The ability of    is of course one aspect, but the key is that the information sharing ability based on the "morphogenesis field" technology is too powerful.

Every player or cloud player who is active on the forum, no matter what professional talent or big shot he is, can come up with his own analysis conclusion based on the information collected in the game, and the players in the game can verify which conclusion is more reliable. .

  Although many of the alliance's weapons are at the level of World War II and the Cold War, the information technology may still be higher than the era of the People's Federation.

   After all, the "morphogenesis field" that cannot be shielded or interfered with by existing technology seems to have been researched by the first-generation managers of Vault 404 after entering the Wasteland Era.

   There is also verification of information.

   Those are all the players of the Storm Corps exchanged their lives for...

   took the plan from Vanus, Chu Guang stared at it for about five minutes, and suddenly said.

   "I intend to adopt this plan."

   Hearing this sentence, Vanus' face showed a hint of surprise, looking at Chu Guang, who had thought about it carefully, and asked seriously.

   "Are you... sure?"

  Chu Guang nodded.

   "Well, I'm sure."

  Vanus couldn't help but continue.

   "I don't want to pour cold water, but implementing this plan requires a huge amount of manpower!"

"Even if the airship doesn't have 10,000 people, it is still a team of 10,000 people... If we want to implement this combat plan within a week, the most conservative consideration is that we need to mobilize at least seven within three days. Thousands."

   "Three days...is that too late?"

   This is not his concern alone.

   The faces of several other staff officers also showed worried expressions.

   This is not timidity, it is just a matter of strategic consideration. It is too hasty to put the decisive battle in one week.

  A war is not a game of chess, after all, you can win or lose by placing the chess piece A up.

   It takes at least one month to prepare for such a major battle to ensure the coordination between the various units and the orderly implementation of various plans.

  In the beginning, they had to prepare their hands for a month and a half for their decisive battle with the Bone-biting Tribe.

  Chu Guang smiled lightly and replied without hesitation.

   "It's too late, three days is enough, mobilization is not a problem for us!"

   He trusted his players.

   Not because of the powers the Refuge gave him, but because it wasn't his game alone.

The alliance is not an alliance of one person, but belongs to all those who have shed blood and sweat for this land. When the alliance faces the threat of life and death, whether it is a farmer, a fisherman, or a player who does business, everyone will. Stand up without hesitation.

   is not just for profit.

   is to protect "our world".

   Where does mobilization take a week.

   One minute is enough.

   "...In addition to mobilization, I plan to send some mercenaries along with the regular army. Conservatively, the number of people participating in the war can reach 10,000!"

   closed the battle plan in his hand, Chu Guang put it on the desk beside him, and looked at the officers standing in the office.

   Looking at those eyes that were full of fighting intent, he paused and continued.

   "How long should the trench be dug, where should the machine guns be placed, I am not that professional in these tactical details, but there is a sentence in this plan that I agree with very much."

   "If we don't leave it here, we'll have more trouble later."

   "It has to stay here."

   "Also must stay!"

   Not to mention the 30% chance of winning.

   Even a 1% chance of winning.

   He will try it too!

  …

After the    battle meeting, Chu Guang used a one-time temporary communication device to send Xiao Qi, who was far away in the shelter, the work arrangements for the next stage.

   The information of less than 10mb includes the content updated on the official website today, as well as the relevant details of the general mobilization and the specific plan for recruiting mercenaries.

  The second half of the content is mainly for NPC, Xiaoqi will translate Chinese into .ren for him, and accurately convey the order to specific departments and individuals.

   In fact, even without his mobilization, players have stopped their ongoing work one after another and gathered in the direction of Ruigu City for the new expansion.

   On the other side, the real world is daylight.

  Commander Quan Shui opened a chat thread in the corps exchange section of the forum, and at the same time he attached the battle plan, Aite called the corps commanders of each corps.

   Looking at the IDs of the big guys in the post, Commander Quan Shui was still somewhat restrained when he typed and modified his words.

   Or nervous.

   After all, command ability and organizational ability are two concepts.

  The former is about strategy and tactics, while the latter is more of a sophistication.

   He probably got the beta qualification with [My Blackest]. Compared with those T0 and T1 players who got the beta qualification very early and had limited medals on their chests, their qualifications are still a little shallow.

   In realistic terms, it is the commander of the regiment commander.

   This needs to be replaced by another MMORPG, and it takes a lot of tongues just to coax these big brothers into obedience.

   Fortunately, the server atmosphere of "Wasteland OL" has always been good.

It is also thanks to Gou Planning that he is a good person. He did not deliberately incite players to oppose and compare with each other for KPIs. Live or not, you can get a good gaming experience in "Wasteland OL". Among T0, T1, and T2 players, most of them are friends. Instead of the guild ecology of some MMORPGs - big brother, princess and licking dog.

The    strategy is well written, whether it is a newbie or a big guy, even a cloud player, everyone will politely give a like and then take it away.

  Old Bai: "I think the battle plan you wrote is good, just be a little more confident. (Shows his teeth

  Ye Shi: "That is, what a 20% success rate, obviously the advantage is in me! (funny

  Fang Chang: "Professional things really have to be done professionally, it's up to you, brother. (smiling

   Gale: "+1"

  Quan Shui Commander: "Ahem, the bosses have won the prize... It's actually the first time I've commanded such a large-scale team battle."

  The fleeing mole in the canyon: "Hahaha, it's okay, Rommel was still a lieutenant in the first battle! When this battle is over, you can become a division commander. (funny

  The edge of the water: "The Death Corps is following! Just leave the most dangerous places to us!"

   Kill the Chicken at Midnight: "The Jungle Corps also followed! (proud

  WC really has mosquitoes: "The ace pilot applies to fight! (Dog head

   Looking at the lines of replies on the screen, Commander Quan Shui was moved, took a deep breath, poked his fingers on the screen and typed back.

   "Thank you! Thank you for your support!"

"The decisive battle will start within a week. I will assign the most suitable tasks to you according to the equipment configuration of each corps and the combat environment you are good at... I hope you can trust me and listen to my command in the team battle, I promise I will not betray your trust!"

  Old Bai: "You don't need to be polite. We are all good brothers of the Alliance. You can just tell us where we need to go, and leave the rest to us! (Yanya

  The edge of the water: "Rush!!!"

  …

   The next morning.

  The tranquility of the outer city of Boulder City was disturbed by a clear and vigorous shout.

   "New issue! New issue!"

   "The battle situation on the front line is deadlocked, the alliance has launched a general mobilization, and is now recruiting mercenaries to participate in the battle. The rewards are generous and the opportunity is rare!"

Shouting   , the newsboys roaming the streets deliver newspapers to newsstands, pubs and grocery stores, or shove them into mailboxes at customers' doorsteps.

  At the entrance of the tavern that has not yet opened, a large group of people gathered around a newspaper that was just released, chatting and discussing, it was very lively.

   "The coalition recruits mercenaries and gives 50 chips or 100 silver coins a day!"

   "Hi... I'm half a month's wages!"

  A man with engine oil on his clothes gasped. Judging from his clothes, he should be a worker in a nearby machinery factory.

   Hearing such a generous reward, many people's faces showed heartbeat expressions, and the mercenary standing by the side couldn't help but say.

   "Do the hillbillies in the northern suburbs have so much money?"

   The peer next to him heard it and said.

   "I heard that the Boulder City Bank borrowed a lot from them, and those chips are stored in the bank, so you don't have to worry about not being able to pay."

   Was the borrowed money spent? The new alliance paid almost twice what the Boulder paid for the wave.

   And 100 silver coins a day is only the reserve price for a single mercenary. If a well-trained mercenary group signs up, the price will probably be higher.

   Hearing what his colleagues said, the mercenary was instantly moved, and immediately asked the guy sitting at the door of the tavern.

   "How to sign up?"

   The guy gave a Hache and repeated impatiently.

   "Isn't it written in the newspaper, just take the newspaper and go to the mercenary recruitment point in the south of Dawn City to report... They will give you clothes and guns."

   "Give me one!"

   Without any hesitation, the mercenary immediately took out his wallet, threw a chip in the hand of the guy, picked up a newspaper from the booth and stuffed it into his arms.

   There are many people like him.

   On that day, more than 3,000 mercenaries set off with newspapers and went out of the city towards the northern suburbs.

Although    bullets do not have eyes, they are not necessarily more dangerous than xenomorphs. For these mercenaries who lick their blood, they will sacrifice their lives for anyone. Of course, whoever offers the highest price will go there.

   In addition to those ruthless people who really dared to enter, the streets and alleys of Boulder City also discussed the battle situation on the front line.

   All signs are indicating that the stalemate will soon end, and a decisive battle is brewing in Ruigu City, 150 kilometers away...

   While the residents of Boulder City were discussing the news in the newspapers, the newspaper office of "Survivor Daily" was also busy.

   The editors who were busy sorting out materials and typeset could not wait to bury their heads in the pile of scraps of paper.

   Except for one person—

   That person is the president of the newspaper, Hal.

   is different from the previous days.

   Sitting by the window with a cigarette in his mouth, he looked worried. There were cigarette butts scattered on the floor beside the stool, and his eyes lost light.

  Although the sales of the newspaper are booming, he is not at all happy at this moment.

   Just a few days ago, his eldest brother Kaliman came to Boulder City. When he came here to visit him, he also brought news of Luoxia Province.

   The Falcon Kingdom provoked a full-scale war against the desert kings with the support of the Legion, and the boiling fire has burned to Oasis No. 9 where the Lion Kingdom is located...

   And that was the news of last month.

   There is such a big thing at home, Hal has been anxious like an ant on a hot pot these days. He wanted to send a reporter to Luoxia Province to see it, but no one took up the drudgery.

   Entering the desert is a risky act, not to mention that there is a war going on there, and no matter how high the salary is, it must be spent.

   Just when he was worried and didn't know what to do, the savior suddenly appeared...

   "I'm going to the front line, the alliance should be in the desert, and when we go to Oasis No. 9, I'll check the situation at your house for you."

   pushed open the door and entered the newspaper office. Fang Chang did not greet him, looked at Hal who was sitting by the window, and said straight to the point.

   He was carrying a half-human-high backpack on his back, with a self-defense LD-47 assault rifle hanging beside him, and even his equipment and luggage were packed.

  Halton was stunned when he heard these words, and he stood up suddenly from the stool until the cigarette **** in his mouth fell on his trousers.

   He walked quickly to Fang Chang and held his hand excitedly.

   "Thank you! Sorry, I don't know what to say other than thank you!"

   Looking at Hal who was grateful, Fang Chang joked.

   "You're welcome, but it's not easy to be a war correspondent. Remember to pay me double."

  Hall said excitedly.

   "Three times! I'll give you my salary too!"

   Fang Chang coughed lightly.

   "There's no need to..."

   He was also joking.

  The bionic parts that have been around for so long have opened up the market for the Boulder City for the Alliance. He really does not lack that little money.

  Hal was about to say something moved, but at this moment, a surprised voice suddenly came from the side.

   "Wait, what do you mean? You're going to the front?!"

   Fang Chang looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a pair of eyes staring straight at him under his short emerald green hair.

   Noticing the expression on Dolly's face, Hal coughed lightly and tried to say a few words for Fang Chang.

   "People are eager to know the truth, and some warriors have to stand up and go where most people don't want to go—"

   "Don't say those fake words, you are just worried about the situation of your own home, and you don't dare to go back by yourself, so you think about throwing the trouble to others?"

  Dolly stared at him and said sharply.

   "This is called fake public welfare!"

  The newspaper office is quiet,

   Even the sound of turning the paper was quiet.

   Feeling the gazes around him, Hal said with an embarrassed expression.

"I, of course, are part of the 'people'... I admit what you said, I really don't dare to go back, and I don't have the ability, but I don't agree if you say it's a fake public benefit. They are more and more concerned about what's going on outside, and I'm also thinking about it from the standpoint of the newspaper."

  Dolly didn't listen to his sophistry, but looked at Fang Chang, staring straight at him.

   "Are you going to the front?"

   Fang Chang nodded.

"Um."

   There was obvious reluctance and worry in those beautiful eyes.

   She lowered her chin, her voice carrying a hint of imperceptible pleading.

   "Can you not go..."

   Hearing this, Fang Chang smiled and reached out and rubbed her little head.

   "If I don't go, this is the front line."

  If the Legion's people were killed, there would be no way to distinguish who was from Dawn City, who was from Boulder City, and who belonged to the Alliance.

  They will take everything they can, then burn what they can't, and treat the dispossessed as slaves...

   Just like what they did at Camp Fallen.

   Feeling the temperature through her hair, Dolly's cheeks were slightly hot, but she did not avoid it.

   bit the inside of her lip lightly, she finally did not persuade, just muttered in a very soft voice.

   "I'll be paid next month. I agreed to invite you to dinner... You must come back safe and sound."

   Hearing these words, Fang Chang couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth.

   He could be sure that of course he would be fine.

   As long as the alliance continues to exist, no matter how many times he faces death, he will wake up three days later and see the rising sun on the fourth day.

but.

   He wasn't going to tell those incomprehensible jokes on this special occasion.

   staring at those eyes, he answered solemnly in a very soft voice.

"I promise."

  …

   Whether it is a professional player in combat or a professional player in life, regardless of level and occupation, everyone has received the server announcement of the general mobilization and responded to the call of mobilization.

   At the same time, the farm north of Dawn City.

  Makabazi jumped off the smoking tractor, looked at the old peasant with a **** not far away, and shouted in a non-standard language.

   "Old man! The crops in the field, please help me check them these days. I'll leave the tractor key here."

   He didn't know the name of that NPC.

   But after planting the land together for so long, everyone has long been familiar with each other. Including many farmers around here, tractor driving skills were learned from his tiger brothers.

   At present, the farming level of Macabazi has been brushed to level 6, and there is only level 4 left from the dream manor.

  Money is a trivial matter, and the crops in this field cannot be abandoned.

  The old peasant also didn't know his name, but he was no stranger to this strange fellow.

  Even though he was a noble refugee dweller, he did such rough work with them, and he never got tired of it.

   Not only that, this guy takes the crops in the field more seriously than his life.

A multi-legged beast fled here from the Elm District before. When others saw the monster, they all turned around and ran away. Only he rushed up with a loud voice, picked up his **** and started fighting with the monster. Beaten away.

   It's hard to imagine what kind of thing would make him leave the crops in the field alone and not come back for several days.

   Looking at the young man, the old man couldn't help shouting.

   "Where are you going?"

   patted his equipment, Makabazi slung the backpack on his shoulders, and replied with a smile without looking back.

   "Go to the front!"

   The old man with the **** was stunned and asked subconsciously.

   "Then, when are you coming back?"

   "Go back if you win!"

   Before the old man could answer, Makabazi had already hummed a little tune to the entrance of the farm, and bumped into [Go Up the Mountain to Fight Tigers] who was waiting there.

   glanced at his burlap bag and the magazines hanging on his backpack, the tiger with his hands in his pockets, laughed and joked.

   "What are you doing with so many things? We're flying a plane, will we be back in a while?"

   I heard that the propeller plane could not survive for two seconds in front of that iron bump.

   It is a bit exaggerated to say that I will be back in a while.

  Three days are still needed.

  Macabazi smiled.

   "Someone flew the plane, this time let's do something good!"

   Intrigued by this, Tiger asked curiously.

   "What good stuff?"

  Makabazi raised his chin and said with a beaming expression.

   "Tanks!"

The moment    heard these two words, the tiger was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, the whole person was shocked.

   "Fuck, have you ever driven that thing?!"

   And wait.

When did the    Alliance have tanks? !

  Macabazi didn't explain, he said with a smile: "No! But it doesn't matter! I heard from the factory manager of No. 81 that it drives like a tractor!"

  Tiger couldn't help spraying.

   "Is this too far?"

   Makabazi patted his good brother on the shoulder.

   "Don't worry, that thing is not as difficult as I imagined... I'll fool a power animal to be the loader later, you'll be responsible for driving the car, just step on the accelerator to death!"

   (end of this chapter)