This Game is Too Real

  Although he has only been a "military training instructor" for less than half a month, there are not 10,000 or 1,800 Meng Xin who died in the hands of the battlefield atmosphere team.

The    forum was full of wolves crying and ghosts, and his name as a rookie killer could be considered real.

   It’s just that Aguang didn’t send him an official certification achievement.

  However, after fighting an eagle for a thousand days, it is inevitable that one day an eagle will peck the eye. No matter how stable the boat is, it will inevitably sail in the gutter.

  On the second day that the battlefield guy in the pangolin vest finally completed the myth of "Three Thousand Kills" and was touted as the God of War by "Triumphal", a soil cannonball that fell from the sky finally punished him...

   After the deafening roar and the screeching busy sound that followed, he scribbled and disconnected quickly.

   And when he re-logged into the game, it was more than five hours later.

   The warlord who woke up from the "coma" stared, almost not frightening the doctor who sutured his wound.

   Seeing the pangolin who was wrapped in a bandage and turned into a mummy suddenly opened his eyes, the several nurses standing beside the hospital bed were all stunned and whispered in surprise.

   "...God, this can wake up."

   "Mr. Reiter said he had at least a dozen shrapnel in his body, and those barbarian bombs fell within twenty meters of him!"

   "Is this the Awakened?"

   "It can only be the Awakened... I heard that the physical quality of the Awakened is far superior to that of ordinary people. If it were an ordinary person, it would have died on the spot."

   "But awakening is not always a good thing. I heard that it is difficult for the awakened to have offspring."

   A quiet-looking nurse suddenly had a blushing cheek.

   "That's not good..."

   A group of colleagues looked at her in surprise. The latter probably felt embarrassed and turned around and slipped out the door with a blushing face.

   After carefully finishing the last stitch, the doctor named Leit threw the tool into the tray next to him, and took a long breath to look at the pangolin lying on the hospital bed.

"you're awake."

   Judging from his appearance, he is not a Wieland, but he does not belong to Luoxia Province, probably from other areas of the Western Continent occupied by the Legion.

  The battlefield guy glanced at the ceiling, then at the bandages on his body, and said slowly.

"here is……"

   "The field hospital in the G53 area, the medical soldiers on the front line couldn't handle your injury, so Chief Colway arranged for a vehicle to transfer you here."

   said, Dr. Leiter made a joke.

   "To be honest, the first time I saw you, I felt that you must be helpless. I didn't expect you to survive my expectations."

  The battlefield guy nodded to show his understanding. He didn't listen to the second half of the doctor's words. He relaxed his shoulders and put the back of his head on the pillow.

  This is about 20 kilometers away from the front line, which is a relatively backward position.

   However, although he left the front line, he was not in a hurry to go back.

   In the days to come, there will be no more new arrivals to give away.

  Tomorrow, the Stormtroopers will bring people over for a symbolic feint, and then this "fueling the fire" operation is officially over.

   And then—

   is the No. 3 plan of Brother Quan Shui!

   Nearly 2,000 newcomers who joined the game recently, each of them died at least once, and the most even died three times!

   With the accumulation of these death experiences, they are enough to play the role of a soldier on the battlefield.

   "...I have taken out all the shrapnel that can be removed, and the wound has been sutured. Is there any discomfort?" Dr. Leiter asked.

   For this soldier named pangolin, he still has a good impression. An Awakener who is not a Willant has achieved results on the battlefield that even the Willands are looking at.

A heroic story like    is like a cool text to him who was also born as a "servant race".

  The Battlefielder closed his eyes and thought for a while.

   "He may be a little bit."

   "It is estimated that it is a mild concussion, take a good rest and strive for a speedy recovery."

   said, Leiter patted him on the shoulder and said with a grin.

   "Your story has been on the radio these two days, you can't fall here."

  The Battlefield guy smiled and nodded lightly.

   That must not fall.

   His mission is not yet complete.

   Watching the doctor leave, the battlefield guy relaxed his muscles and lay flat on the bed, thinking about whether he should go offline to rest, or stay on the line and count sheep in a daze.

   By the way, it’s still the middle of the night outside the game, and it seems boring to wake up.

  Speaking of which, there seems to be a game console in the ideal city, and you can even play virtual reality games in virtual reality games. Recently, the studio opened by Mole has transplanted chicken eating.

and many more……

   Does this mean that as long as you go to the ideal city, you can play 24 hours a day without any health problems? !

   Thinking that Fang Chang had already led such a "luxurious" life ahead of time, the fist of the battlefield man couldn't help but harden.

   Damn!

  Compared to the old silver coin from Spring Water, that guy is actually the hidden Emperor of Europe!

   Just when the warlord was thinking wildly, a beautiful woman with long dark brown hair and a proud figure walked in from outside the tent.

   She was holding a tray with bowls and spoons on it, which should have been food from the kitchen.

  The battlefield guy turned his face to the door, and subconsciously blurted out his debut.

"You are?"

   Hearing this sentence, the woman's face showed a panicked expression, and she quickly put the tray on the bedside table and walked to the side of the hospital bed. .

   "Have you lost your memory?"

   Amnesia?

  The Battlefield guy was stunned for a moment, then smiled shyly.

how is this possible.

   He was indeed in a coma for a while just now, and his head was slightly injured, but it was not serious enough to lose his memory.

   In fact, he was able to log in again two hours ago, but the stinking offline took a little time.

   The reason why she didn't recognize her immediately was simply because she simply forgot her name.

like……

  Is it called Penny?

   was a little embarrassed to be stared at by those "hot" eyes, but Penny did not dodge, but raised the corners of her lips proudly.

   "The doctor said you'd better eat something, so I went to the kitchen to make you a beet soup. Are you hungry? I can feed you."

  The battlefield guy suddenly felt happy.

   And this good thing? !

   When he thought of a 100% real virtual reality game, even the determined "Pangolin", his heart could not help but sprouting.

  The welfare of the dog plan!

   If I missed this, wouldn't I be sorry for Ah Guang's kindness?

   However, the moment he raised his neck and looked at the bowl, the phrase "okay" got stuck in his throat.

  I saw a black paste floating in the bowl, which was obviously layered with the liquid below, and some turquoise foam floated on the surface, probably chopped parsley.

   No matter from which dimension of "color and fragrance", it is difficult to convince people to say that this thing is food.

   But if it is placed in an organic chemistry laboratory, there is no sense of disobedience.

   also seemed to realize that this dish was not very good-looking, Penny's cheeks flushed unconsciously, trying to explain.

   "It seems to have taken a long time to boil...but if you eat it, it's fine."

   is more than long.

   Is this all carbonized? !

   The battlefield guy coughed dryly.

   "I... have a headache and no appetite, can you leave me alone for a while?"

   His chicken soup hasn't been delivered yet.

   It would be even more embarrassing than being carried away by cute newcomers!

   didn't seem to hear the euphemism hidden in this sentence at all, Penny gave him a distressed look, sighed softly, and put the bowl in her hand on the bedside table.

   "Then you should rest first..."

   "Also, remember to eat it while it's hot."

   After saying that, she left the room.

   Looking at the closed door curtain, the battlefield guy just breathed a sigh of relief, but within two seconds, the tent door curtain was lifted again.

  This time it was his superior, Colway, who came over with a concerned look.

   "Feeling better?"

"Better."

   Looking at the bandages that his subordinates love to wrap around his body, Colway said with emotion.

   "It's hard to imagine that you would be hurt like this."

  The battlefield guy made a helpless expression.

   Even if it is a beggar version, it is also a rocket launcher.

  In front of enough equivalents, all skills and experience are bells and whistles.

  Colway suddenly noticed the dinner plate on the bedside table and the dark bowl of soup.

"what is this?"

  The Battlefielder coughed softly.

   "Miss Penny got it for me in the kitchen... It's said to be called beetroot soup? But I don't have an appetite, why don't you try it?"

"What did Penny do for you? You can do it, kid, she's very popular on the front line, and many guys regard her as their dream lover," Colway looked at him in surprise, then smiled and frowned, reaching out Picking up the bowl of soup, "I'll try it for you."

  The Battlefield guy was about to say that he didn't have to force himself. After all, he killed Corway, and he was really helpless in the Legion.

   However, Colway's hands and brain moved together, and after all, he was one step ahead of him, picked up the spoon on the plate, scooped a spoonful of dark soup and stuffed it into his mouth.

  The Battlefielder stared at the guy in amazement.

   Just when he thought that this guy would spit it out, he saw a layer of... tears in Colway's eyes suddenly?

   "...the taste of hometown."

   Inhaled, he scooped another spoon and stuffed it into his mouth, mumbling with a moved face.

   "Damn it, the cooks in Luoxia Province can't understand this delicious food...I haven't tasted it for almost five or six years!"

   said, he simply put his mouth to the side of the bowl, and devoured it with a spoon, so that the cinder-like soup hung on his beard without even noticing it.

  The Field Guy stared at him in disbelief and couldn't help asking.

   "Shouldn't beet soup be red?"

   Coleway, who put down the bowl, was stunned.

   "Red? Are the beets in Jinchuan Province red?"

  The battlefield guy swallowed and asked with a guilty conscience.

   "Are you black?"

  Colway nodded with a subtle expression.

   "Although the layering and texture will be more uniform, and the pepper flavor will be more mellow, the color is basically like this..."

   Battlefield guy: "..."

   Eating such disgusting food every day.

   He felt sorry for these big noses.

   finished eating without noticing, Coleway stared at the empty bowl in his hand and then came back to his senses, scratching the back of his head embarrassedly.

   "Uh, sorry, I've finished the food that Miss Penny made for you... I'll go and ask her to get you another bowl."

  The battlefield guy hurriedly said.

   "No need! Just give me two roast beef shanks."

   If this lets that guy know that he has a good appetite, his undercover career is not over.

  Colway was stunned.

   "You hurt so badly, did you digest it by eating that kind of thing?"

  The battlefield guy said without hesitation.

   "No problem! I just hurt my legs and arms, but not my stomach. The more protein you need, the faster you will get better... The doctor said."

  Colway stopped persuading and nodded.

   "That's fine, I'll arrange for someone to bring it to you later."

   Looking at Colway who turned to leave the tent, the warlord heaved a sigh of relief, raised his bandaged arm, wiped his forehead, and muttered a curse.

   "Damn... I knew I wouldn't wake up."

  …

   That evening.

   "Wasteland OL" official website forum.

   Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "The beets in this game are red, right???"

  Macabazi: "Yes? I saw it at Brown's Farm."

   Going up the mountain to fight tigers: "+1, but I've seen purple varieties too."

   Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Why is the Legion's beetroot soup black!"

  Tujito: "What kind of dark food is this..."

   Raven: "Scary. (灬

  Tomato scrambled eggs: "Maybe it's a mutation."

   Fang Chang: "Indeed, animals can mutate, but there's no reason why plants can't... By the way, why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

   Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Hehe, I'm sorry to say... The beauty made me a bowl of beetroot soup, and it was the dark appearance that surprised me, it's good that it's not poisonous!"

  Ye Ten: "Good guy, let him pretend!"

   Construction site boy and Brick: "Damn it! Wait, I will bring someone to brush a wave of rockets for you!"

   Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Hahaha! Brush, brush as you wish, I'm no longer on the front line! (proud

  Quan Shui Commander: "Okay, don't patronize and enjoy, the No. 3 plan is about to start, you still plan to run away, don't let the newbies give gold coins. (Squint eyes

  Old Bai: "That's right, I have time to go home and have a look. It's been a long time since I came back. (Shows his teeth

  Ye Ten: "Brother, haven't you archived for almost two months? (funny

  I am the darkest: "Damn, I want to add some bounty to pangolins."

   Debt and big eyes: "Hahahaha, +1, mainly because I haven't seen one level down. (shy

   Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Fuck! Be yourself!"

  WC really has mosquitoes: smile

  …

  Dawn City North Airport.

   H-1 "Dragonfly" transport planes painted in desert color are parked next to the runway, and porters wearing exoskeletons are pushing forklifts to move boxes of packed materials into the cabin.

   Although the company's killer whale transport aircraft has the advantages of "fast flight" and "arbitrary terrain deployment", its transport resources are limited after all.

The transportation route from the east coast to the alliance is equally important, and the enterprise can't tell more "killer whale" transport planes into this war for the time being, so this transport flight from Dawn City to the front line can only be carried out by the alliance. side to solve.

  The range of thousands of kilometers has exceeded the cruising radius of the H-1 transport aircraft, so No. 81 Steel Plant had to replace some of the H-1 transport aircraft's batteries with explosive metal hydrogen.

   At the same time, Chu Guang energized the Lion Kingdom and asked them to cooperate with the construction team of the Alliance to expand the airport in the north of the Lion City and use it as a logistics transfer station.

   In this way, the air corridor from Dawn City to the front line was opened.

   The day of the decisive battle is approaching.

   Every department of the alliance, everyone, is like a clockwork gear, busy for the upcoming decisive battle...

   "Be good, be obedient, I'll be back in a few days."

   "Hey!"

   "I'll bring you candy when you come back, okay!"

   "Hey!"

   "...Blank!"

   "Boil!"

   "Cough - you don't learn that."

   Next to the hangar.

  Luo Yu looked at Xiao Yu who was holding onto her and didn't let go, trying to explain to it that she was only away for a few days and would be back soon.

However--

   Xiaoyu still had a reluctant expression, a few tentacles firmly grasped his arm, and she was unwilling to let him go.

  Luoyu couldn't help having a headache.

   This guy can understand him clearly!

   Seeing the movement here, Mosquito came over with the back of his head and laughed and joked.

   "It's sticking together again, or you can take it to the front line."

  Luoyu rolled his eyes.

   "Fuck off! I'm flying a plane, take it to do wool?"

   Mosquito said with a smile.

   "Let's drive together... But then again, we don't seem to have a two-seater jet yet. I'll think about getting one someday."

  Luoyu couldn't help but reminded.

   "It's two hundred kilograms."

   Mosquito was stunned.

   "Fuck... that's probably a bit difficult, you need to take two less bombs when you sit up."

  Xiaoyu: "Boil!"

  Luo Yu covered his face with a headache.

   took a lot of energy, and finally calmed Xiaoyu down. Although it was suddenly cute and inexplicable, he didn't bother to think deeply at this moment.

The    No. 3 plan is about to start, and the alliance will soon launch a full-scale offensive against the Legion occupying Oasis No. 3 and the Falcon Kingdom Allied Forces, giving them the final blow, which is already a formidable crossbow.

   Yet the skinny camel was bigger than a horse, and even with serious supply problems, the Legion still had a Sabre fighter capable of posing a lethal threat to the Union air force.

   In order to cover the five "Cloudfly" flappers equipped with the Skeleton Corps, he needs to drive a modified "Lingyun" fighter to the front line.

   Even if it can't be shot down.

   also have to do everything possible to hold it back and buy time for the ground troops!

   Following Mosquito towards the hangar, Luo Yu noticed that the airport staff were transporting ridiculously large boxes into the cabin, and asked curiously.

   "What are those planes pulling?"

   Mosquito smiled proudly.

   "'Fat Man' Rocket! The latest product of Goblin Technology, the scientific name is Gas Tank Bomb!"

  Luoyu was stunned, staring straight at the warehouse not far away.

   "I blanch?! It's there... all?"

   Mosquito nodded proudly.

"must!"

  Luo Yu was dumbfounded.

   "Didn't the army have 155s? What are you doing with so many of those things?"

   Mosquito coughed and explained.

"Although we are equipped with a large number of 155 artillery pieces, our allies have not yet used such advanced weapons. Dear administrator, I can't see that these natives are still fighting with medieval front-loaded smoothbore cannons, so let me study a cheap and good method. to sell them the weapons used."

  Luoyu couldn't help but complained.

   "Then you fool them with this thing?"

   "How can you say it's a fool!" Mosquito glared at him dissatisfied, and said with reason, "This is what they asked to order on their own initiative!"

   Luo Yu's face was full of disbelief.

   This kind of thing that is useless except for its power and has no technological content, ghosts will buy it with money!

   You can produce it in a small workshop, but can't you make it yourself!

   Seeing the disbelief on his face, Mosquito smiled and continued proudly.

"Didn't the Storm Corps and the Death Corps use pangolins to test their newbies on the front line some time ago? The Lion Kingdom soldier who was following the car was Prince Winter's personal guard. He just saw the power of the gas canister bomb and immediately turned his eyes away. !"

   Luo Yu was stunned.

   "I can still do this..."

"That's a must, is there a more suitable place to promote weapons than the battlefield?" Mosquito continued plausibly, "Especially, this thing is easy to set up and easy to operate, and it can be deployed by a person riding a small donkey and pulling a cart. After learning about the power of the Alliance weapons, Prince Winter came to our station overnight, found our commander and ordered 5,000 on the spot."

  Luoyu: "...How much is one piece?"

   Mosquito waved his hand.

   "Not expensive, only eight thousand silver coins."

  Luoyu: "Pfft!"

   Good guy!

  Eight thousand!

   A miner's exoskeleton is only 2,000, and if you collect another 2,000 silver coins, you can buy a five-style "light cavalry"!

   This bamboo pole was hit too hard!

   Seeing the expression on Luo Yu's face, Mosquito immediately realized that he was acting too hard, worried that he was talking nonsense on the forum, so he quickly explained another sentence later.

"Cough... don't think I make a lot of money. The price of the transaction is actually negotiated by the manager, and the arms sales are done by the alliance. We also took a production order and made some pocket money. The profit is not as good as you think. It's so exaggerated."

   Luo Yu rolled his eyes and said.

   "I believe in you so much!"

   Believe it or not, Mosquito coughed and continued.

   "...In short, the technical content of this thing is not as low as you think, and the cost is still a little bit."

"Thanks to the reviews written by comrades pangolins and those newbies, our engineers have improved this thing a little bit, adding some thickeners, high-energy fuels and azide compounds to the formula, and the power has increased by about % Thirty or so, and it has a continuous burning effect, especially for targets hiding in bunkers, it is very useful!"

"hey-hey."

   While talking, Mosquito also felt a little embarrassed and smiled shyly.

  Luoyu stared at him dumbfounded, and didn't say a word for a long time.

   Good guy.

   These old players are more inappropriate than others!

   He originally thought that the battlefield buddy was just a military training instructor. Although it was a little hard, it was not that difficult. He didn’t expect that he was only standing on the first floor.

   When he didn't know, all kinds of weapons experiments, arms promotion and other operations were arranged for him.

  Luoyu suddenly felt a little distressed for the battlefield buddy.

   This guy can live up to now wearing a pangolin vest.

   It's really not easy...