This Game is Too Real

   The drum-like explosions and gunshots stopped at some point. It didn't take long for black smoke to rise in the direction of Dust Town.

  The residents who were walking on the mountain path stopped involuntarily, unpacked their burdens, and squatted in the direction of the town.

   "The big horned deer **** is above."

   "I hope the horned rat is safe and sound."

   "The Emperor Bless."

   From the messy prayers, it is not difficult to see how foolish their beliefs are.

   However, the heart that prayed for the peace of the warriors was not mixed with any falsehood.

   Seeing the black smoke as well, Zhang Zhengyang, whose hands were tied to the ox cart by ropes, felt relieved, with a hint of secret joy.

   The noble bishop did not give up on him!

   Their allies have sent someone to save him!

   But he didn't write his thoughts on his face, he just shrank his head submissively, for fear of being noticed by the survivors and venting his anger on him.

   Looking at the residents praying on the ground, Old Bai, who was walking in front of the line, stopped and tapped his index finger on his helmet.

   "Ten minutes to rest."

   "We'll wait for them for a while."

  This place is more than 20 kilometers away from Dust Town. There is basically no need to worry about being caught up across the forest and hills that are difficult for vehicles to pass through.

  Thanks to the brethren of the jungle corps who bought them time, they had enough time to move to a safe area.

   After about three or five minutes, the residents of Dust Town got up from the ground, patted the dust on their bodies, and picked up their luggage on the ground again.

  The mood is low and there is not much communication.

   But Lao Bai could see something other than sadness and hesitation in their eyes.

  Those things, he had seen in the eyes of the residents of Dawn City.

   "Continue on the road." Lao Bai waved his right fist.

  The transferred team pulled into a long snake in the mountains, meandering forward, heading towards the settlement point hidden in the mountains.

   At the same time, a small silver fixed-wing drone ended its circling and glide along the predetermined track to the side of an abandoned farm in the north.

   The two guards scouts who were waiting there quickly stepped forward and folded the drone back.

   folded and recycled, and took it on the "Viper" transport plane parked near the farm.

   Two hours later.

  The memory of the drone was sent to the Boulder Building, and the battle video and weapon data were recovered and uploaded to the server.

  The office on the top floor of the Boulder Building.

   Ebers, who was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, watched the battle video from the beginning to the end.

   After about two or three seconds, he pressed the close button with a sigh and said to himself.

   "It has to be admitted that even ugly organisms occasionally have moments of brilliance other than death."

"beautiful."

  According to the computer simulation results, the "Iron Wall" exoskeleton plus the "Growler" bolt gun can at most pull the combat power of a human soldier to the same level as the mutants.

   That is, when both sides use infantry armor, thermal weapons, and the difference in tactics and quantity is not large, the one-for-one battle loss ratio is a data that is relatively close to the deduction result.

   After all, the mutants themselves are the by-products of the singularity technology of "gestalt life form", and their existence itself is the crystallization of biological technology.

   Even if the soldiers of the Jungle Corps are all Awakened, it is not easy to achieve a one-for-three record without additional support.

   However, the final battle loss ratio actually reached one to ten!

  Ebers has no doubts that any corps in Stone City, even at its peak, cannot have such a high combat effectiveness.

  Twenty pairs against more than five hundred.

   Even if it is a team composed of x-16, it is probably a matter of minutes to be submerged.

   "The data is too beautiful, but it loses the value of reference. But your heroism is worthy of being collected by the server forever."

   The index finger swiped lightly on the floor-to-ceiling window,

  Ebers dragged the battle records and various data into the file folder for archiving.

  This is the first battlefield of the xb-1 "Growler" bolter. It was also the most shocking new weapon experiment for him in a century.

   Thinking that those guys were dead, a rare trace of regret appeared on Ebers' face.

   "Although you probably won't have a chance to hear it, I still want to tell you."

   "Your death is worth more than most organisms."

   However, he didn't expect the soldiers of the Alliance to be so good at melee combat. His original suggestion was to retreat when they got close to a safe distance of 10.

   Don't equip them with melee equipment like a chainsaw.

  【Sideline: "Ball Gun First Test" mission completed! 】

  【Requirement: Fight with a mutant squad of more than 100 people. 】

  【Ebers: "Most of your dead organisms are much more valuable, and I look forward to working with you next time!"]

  【Evaluation: s＋】

【award:】

   At the same time that the players of the jungle corps received the quest rewards, the official website of "Wasteland ol" was busy.

  The garbage gentleman, who had gone offline with honor, was keying words on the keyboard, vividly describing the danger of the situation at that time.

   Including how he pulled off the unparalleled killing spree in the middle of the bunch of green-skinned muscle guys, including how he took the giant mutant's head from the crowd.

   Hearing his abstract description of "hitting a head with his left hand, and digging another head with his right hand", people who didn't know it thought he killed a centurion.

   Finally someone couldn't help but ask how many people were killed in total, and Junkman told the truth quite honestly.

   Hearing "only twenty", there was a long series of boos immediately below the post.

Ye Ao Nai me: "Hehe, only twenty people are too embarrassed to brag. When my brother went to Southeast Asia to do business, he accidentally met a group of drug dealers, and there were hundreds of people. Those guys are all tall and big. , also carrying ak and a big pineapple, but was killed by my brother with a dagger, and later I found out that it was a local warlord."

   Level 99 Picking Up Trash: "Cut, your hundred drug dealers are like chickens thrown on the wasteland, and looters may not be able to beat them!"

  Irena: "I think you lost the moment you discussed with Brother Yeao. (funny

   Elf King Fugui: "Did I remember wrong? Isn't his brother a special soldier who went to the south to perform a secret mission? (funny

  Makabazi: "Hahahaha! I remember it too!"

  Irena: "Then the question is, what did the ancestors of Brother Yeao do? (funny

   As usual, Brother Yeao still threw a word and ran away, giving no chance to catch the lane at all. One can't help but wonder if this guy is the type who secretly plays with his phone under the table.

   Back to the post itself, unlike cloud players, most players have seen how fierce mutants are.

  Especially the old players of a test.

   Impressions of the terrifying resilience of mutants are almost all etched in their minds.

   So when Trash Jun said he took 20 heads, even his teammates didn't believe this kd.

  I wanted to silently give a straight look at the fake, and the strongman even shouted that this guy absolutely forced the two heads he took to be counted on himself, making Junk Jun's nose crooked with anger.

   It wasn't until midnight that the chickens came down, so he was named. This guy really isn't bragging.

  If it wasn't for the last big guy who was so fierce that he could knock down a tree with one kick, I'm afraid he could kill more.

   That guy has a name, and he can be considered a purple elite monster.

   Picking up trash 99:. ． ． ． ． Hey, when it comes to being miserable, it's still you miserable. Twenty sets of 'Iron Wall' exoskeletons, not counting the bolt guns, add up to 300,000 silver coins, right? "

  Although he also lost a set of "Hunter" exoskeleton, but that thing is a mount equipment, in fact, it is not very expensive, if you lose it, you will lose it.

Isn't    game just a piece of fun?

   Anyway, he was so happy, and his followers also kept it, not to mention that someone paid more than him.

   This life value

   life value

   done!

  Midnight Killer: "Oh, you said that exoskeleton and rifle are mission props. If they break, they will break. Anyway, we didn't buy them with money."

  Picheng paratrooper: "+1, did you forget, we usually wear the kv-1 and miner i with welded steel plates."

  Volunteer Model Worker: "The No. 1 Goblin Technology in the World! (Funny Picking Up Trash Level 99: "???"

Task? WTF? ! The trash man is stupid.

   Seeing those three question marks, he typed and asked in the middle of the night. "Didn't you get the assignment?"

   Level 99 Picking Up Trash: "...what task. (Muffled

   Kill the chicken at midnight: "The task of the giant stone military industry. Didn't I say it at the beginning, we are here to die."

   Picking up trash at level 99: "Fuck?! Are you serious!?" Midnight Killer: "Yes."

   Seeing this "Yes", Jun Jun almost spit out a mouthful of old blood on the screen.

  Brother Ji did say this at the time, but he just thought the guy was pretending, and didn't care about it at all.

   After a long time, is there really such an outrageous task? !

   Thought the trash man didn’t believe it, he killed the chicken in the middle of the night and continued typing.

"The branch line of the giant stone military industry, let's challenge '20vs100' to see how many we can kill. There are quest items that can be prostituted for nothing, I originally planned to do it later, but it just caught up with the opportunity. Anyway, the evaluation of s+ is quite good. many."

  Makabazi: "Hahahaha!"

  Irena: "Trash gentleman: I am actually myself. (funny

   Elf King Fugui: "My heart hurts, if I were a garbage man, I would have cried and fainted in the toilet. (funny

   Picking up trash at level 99: "I'm in the middle of nowhere? #＠!" Kill the chicken at midnight: Han laugh

The canyon is fleeing mole rat: "One thing to say, the loss of this equipment is really uncomfortable, and I feel distressed when I see it. I think it is possible to get an insurance function, similar to eve's explosion of ships to return a certain percentage of isk, and the exoskeleton is blown up. Return 60% or Seventy percent of the silver coins, and then some weapons such as automatic rifles do not need to be insured."

  Irena: "Then the question is, based on the player's equipment damage probability, what percentage of the total equipment price should the insurance premium be appropriate? (funny

   Canyon Fleeing Mole: "Well, that's a real problem."

   If the premium is too high, the insurance is meaningless. And if the premium is too low, with the almost realistic economic system of "Wasteland ol", the alliance might go bankrupt on the spot.

   He has always been interested in private insurance business.

   But this business of betting against obvious risks, no matter how he calculates it, it will end in bankruptcy in the end.

   After all, the player has many waves, he is the player himself, and he knows it best

   Just as the forum was arguing, the residents of nearly 300 households in Dust Town and the Burning Corps finally arrived in the mountainous area at the junction of River Valley Province and Jinchuan Province.

   The terrain here is dangerous. There is only a winding mountain road to the south, and a river fifty to sixty meters wide to the north. The steep rock walls stand in the water, and in the middle is a bridge built by the People's League.

  Although the roads on both sides have basically been erased by time, this nameless bridge is still standing upright, but the whole is slightly crooked.

The    is estimated to be caused by the subsidence of the stratum below the pier.

   But in the wasteland, this dangerous bridge is not in the way. This is already the rarest way to go.

The    Alliance's supply truck was parked at the bridge head, and the players of the Burning Corps were busy unloading the supplies and working with the accompanying logistics personnel to construct the operation base.

  Before the sentry towers and machine gun positions, they needed to widen the road at the bridge head so that the ammunition and weapons could be sent in smoothly.

   In the current situation, it is difficult for the truck to turn around.

   Just looking at the road conditions across the bridge, Ye Shi really didn’t know whether to admire the driving skills of these guys or the factory of the Alliance.

   This can drive the car over, and I am afraid that it will be no problem to take an A photo in reality.

   "Long time no see! Where's the trash guy? Are you hitting the street again?"

   Seeing Lao Bai and his party, Murderer Dagger walked up to greet them with a smile, and then saw them.

After   , the dark crowd suddenly showed a surprised expression on his face.

   It wasn't just him who was surprised.

The survivors of   Dust Town were also taken aback when they saw his hands the size of a wok. Several timid children hid nervously behind their parents, and some of the younger ones even cried out loud.

  The Killing Dagger looked embarrassed.

   He can't figure it out, no matter how he is, he is not scary. Seeing one or two of his NPCs is like seeing a ghost.

   But in order not to frighten the children, he pretended to hide his two big fists behind him, and looked at Old Bai and asked in a low voice.

   "Why are so many people here?"

  Old Bai shrugged helplessly, and was about to explain, but Ye Shi, who was next to him, answered before him.

   "They're all followers of Junkman." Murderer: "Pfft" Kidney Fighter: "The believers are okay."

"Anyway, it's basically like what Ye Shi said, the trash brother, please ask us to take care of them." Lao Bai continued succinctly, "Besides, there are mutants on the opposite side, even without the trash brother's request, we can't leave them alone. "

   "That's true." The Killer Dagger nodded in agreement. Mutants, that's not human.

  Although this is a nonsense, but it is very appropriate to describe what they do. What predator tribes and mutant tribes are compared, they are nothing.

   Regarding the matter of Dust Town, Lao Bai has already reported to the manager.

Although the Alliance has no spare capacity to take care of a group of refugees 700 kilometers away, especially Dawning City and Boulder City are preparing for the wave of spring, but the benevolent Lord still said that he would let the refugee home send some people to come over and be on the spot. Set up these people.

   At this time, the mayor of Dust Town came over.

   There was a young guy behind the old man, both of whom seemed to have something to say.

   Looking at the old man and the young man, Lao Bai asked gently. "What's matter?"

   Qin Baitian didn't speak, but bowed his head respectfully first, and when Lao Baizheng was surprised, he raised his head and said seriously.

   "Thank you for saving us time and time again, I know your kindness we can't repay in our whole life, but at least we don't want to be your burden, let the big horned deer god

   and the horned rat are ashamed of us. If there is anything that people like us can help, please don't be polite to me and I will pass it on to the townspeople. "

   The young man following Qin Baitian also nodded vigorously and said with a firm expression.

   "Please give us a chance. We want to do something for you!"

   A few months ago, he accidentally ate Nagoc, which almost killed the whole village in that green plague.

   was the big horned deer **** who forgave and saved him.

   That grown-up not only forgave him the sins he committed because of his ignorance, but also gave him precious medicines to help him get through the most difficult time.

   Until now, he has finally recovered completely.

   Since then he has sworn to serve that lord with his whole life.

   Seeing the firmness in the eyes of the two of them, Lao Bai was silent for a while, then swallowed the words that came to his mouth, and said again.

   "We're going to build a supply outpost here, and we'll build a railway from Qingquan to here in the future."

"If you want to help us with something, first count the young adults between the ages of 16 and 40 who are willing to help. I will send the list to the logistics department and let them arrange jobs for you. Then you get a salary, although usually not a lot, just a minimum."

   "How embarrassing, you have helped us so much, how can we ask for your money." Qin Baitian looked embarrassed and wanted to refuse, but was interrupted by Lao Bai raising his hand.

"The league won't let anyone work for nothing, as long as they work, they have to be paid. This is the law that everyone has to obey. I hope you understand. Just like what you want to do for us, we also don't want you to do it yourself. Bring dry food for us to work."

   Qin Baitian was stunned.

   Not because of the reward the man in front of him insisted on saying, but the first sentence at the beginning.

   "Alliance is"

"It's the alliance in the southern part of the Riverdale. I haven't had a chance to tell you. In fact, we don't have an emperor, only a manager. The lizard is one of our members, and so is the mouse, and so is the man with them, we All residents of Vault 404."

  Looking at the dazed expressions on the two people's faces, Lao Bai guessed that they probably didn't even know where the River Valley Province was, so he stopped the conversation with a wry smile.

   "Is it too difficult to understand? Then you understand it. There is a group of many large settlements."

   Qin Botian hadn't reacted yet, the young man asked blankly. "Is it the one like Pine Cone Farm?"

   "Pine Cone Farm? It's definitely not as big as a farm." Old Bai roughly understood it to be similar to Brown's Farm, and shook his head with a smile.

   But what he didn't expect was that the young man showed a shocked expression after hearing it.

   "It's even bigger than the Pine Cone Wood Farm... Ye Shi asked curiously. "What is that place? "Qin Baitian said slowly.

"A settlement of more than 50,000 people is located in the east of the ruins of the urban area. It is quite far from us, but it is also within the boundaries of Jinhe City. The farmer there seems to be called Zhao He, and his hand There are a lot of soldiers down there."

   Ye Shi and Gu Feng exchanged glances, Fang Chang, who had not spoken for a while, touched his chin, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

   "Dust Town is the last settlement that was not polluted by Nago, in other words, that Pine Cone Wood Farm should now be the Torch Church's site?"

With a slight movement in his heart, Fang Chang looked at Qin Baitian and asked.

   "Is there a larger settlement in Jinhe City than Pinecone Wood Farm?"

   Qin Botian thought for a while and shook his head.

   "It should be gone. I remember that the farm itself was a combination of several settlements. If I remember correctly, when I was a child, there seemed to be three or four farms there."

   Fang Chang asked.

   "Have you been there?"

   Qin Botian shook his head and said with a trace of fear in his eyes. "I don't dare to go to that place. I heard that some of the slave-catching teams in this area are actually the guards of the Zhao village owner. Except for scavenging and hunting, we usually dare not leave the settlement too far. The old mayor of the past. It is said that there is some friendship with Pinecone Farm, but then a lot of things happened. If you are curious about the situation there, I can help you ask the hunters in the town."

   Fang Chang nodded. "Well, it's troublesome."

   They themselves are the vanguard troops sent by the Alliance to the south. They have just arrived here, and they still have too little information on the local area.

   He needs more intelligence.

   Whether it's for the secrets hidden by the "Champion" Biopharmaceutical Research Institute, or to find the "sanctuary" and the bishop hidden inside.

   As the largest settlement of survivors in the area, Pinecone Farm may be a good breakthrough.

   And the "Iron Tower" organization. Fang Chang looked at Lao Bai.

   "Speaking of which, what is the manager's opinion on the 'Iron Tower' organization?" Lao Bai finished his meditation and said.

“His suggestion was that we could work with local resistance groups, but be wary of the potential for infiltration of this loosely structured resistance group itself. Those we reach out to may be safe, but others have to be questioned. ."

   Fang Chang gave Lao Bai a surprised look. Honestly, he thought so too.

   Last night's attack was almost like a death sentence. It didn't look like it was draining the opponent at all, but it seemed like it was draining the self.

   In fact, it is indeed the case, the prosthetic mutant sent from the opposite side is not an ordinary fierce.

  If it wasn't for Ye Shi's hatred, that guy named Li Jinrong and his brothers would definitely be dead.

   To Fang Chang's surprise, he could think of this because he was there, and he rescued that guy.

   A glance at the battle report from a distance of 800 kilometers can take this layer into account. There is something about this npc.

"Indeed, there may be informants of the Torch Church inside the Iron Tower Organization, and we can't fully trust them, but in turn we can take advantage of this, pass some false information to our enemies through them, and let our enemies reveal their flaws. "

   "That's a good idea." Old Bai nodded approvingly, and continued, "But these are just our guesses for the time being. Maybe last night was just an accident, and this possibility exists." Fang Chang continued.

"So we need to carry out two lines at the same time. On the one hand, we need to contact the people of the Iron Tower organization to find out who can be trusted among them, and the part that is not trustworthy. On the other hand, we can follow the clue of Pinecone Farm. Gather information on "Sanctuary". "

   Lao Bai nodded and said seriously.

   "Okay, then I'll find a way to get in touch with the tower."

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