This Game is Too Real

  Chapter 591 Let it lose the soil for survival

  That loud voice was like an arrow piercing the clouds. Under its command, the hesitant and dull faces suddenly seemed to have found their backbone, and they were filled with righteous indignation one after another.

   "That's right! How about that!"

   "Who will arrange shifts for us?!"

"that is!"

  In addition to being blushing with excitement and having a thick neck, there was also a runny nose and tears. The old man on crutches walked tremblingly in front of Quit Smoking and said pleadingly.

   "My lord... You are not a person here who doesn't understand. Without the farmer, we will starve to death."

   Quitting smoking is also dumbfounded.

   "Ah... does that farmer still teach you how to farm?"

  He has met the farmer.

   Standing on the stairs pretending to be X like a fool, being manipulated by that Luo Gan like a marionette.

   No matter how he thought about it, that guy didn't seem like a person with that ability!

   Several old men glanced at each other, looked at him and breathed in a low voice.

   "That kind of rough work doesn't need to be taught."

   "My lord, we only know how to farm..."

"The master will collect a little...but not much. The rest is enough for our family to eat, and it can be paid for by working for him. If it goes to the wasteland, it will be the end of it. You don't know How do those mutants call us, they call us two-legged animals!"

   "That's right, it's wasteland outside... If the master doesn't take care of us, will you take care of us?"

  As soon as the old man finished speaking, a servant in the manor next to him shouted anxiously.

   "We don't care about you! Miss is still alive...she is the new owner of the farm!"

   Realizing his slip of the tongue, the old man quickly changed his words and shouted loyally.

   "That's right! Give us back Miss...!"

   Shouts came and went at the door.

  The farmer's private soldiers stood in the distance and watched silently, neither standing with them nor coming to help the alliance.

   This is the request of their superiors.

   Regardless of whether the nightmare last night was created by the Church of the Torch, those who have experienced it once don’t want to experience the feeling of being led by the neck again.

   That kind of power doesn't make sense at all.

  When sinking into that indescribable dreamland, it seemed that a certain melody floated in my head, and then my body no longer belonged to me.

  Don't talk about cannibalism.

  I'm afraid that even if the alliance asked them to eat shit, they could only lie down on the ground and swallow it happily, and would not retch with nausea until they woke up.

   After all, isn’t that psychic interference device in the hands of those guys at the moment?

  Conspiracy theory thinks, maybe I have actually been brainwashed, but because the brainwashing is not over yet, I don’t know it.

   Some officers did think so.

   It is precisely because of this that they dare not stand up to fight for the position of the farmer, let alone ask how the lady in the manor is doing.

   Whatever the alliance tells them to do, they will do it, whether it is moving the corpse out or maintaining order, but they will never do unnecessary things.

  Looking at the excited crowd, the ex-smokers were dumbfounded, and could not speak a word for a long time with their mouths open.

  He wanted to help them.

   No particular reason.

  He won’t look at the problem from the manager’s point of view, he’s just that they really look pitiful, and he himself happens to have enough food and clothing, and a piece of equipment is more expensive than the sum of their rags.

   Let’s put it another way, do level 30 bosses need a reason to go to Xinshou Village to pretend to be aggressive? The realization of self-worth is itself a need.

   But he really didn't know how to help.

   That Zhao Tiangan is dead.

  The survivors here can obviously discuss together how to take the next road, no matter which road they end up taking, they just need to be responsible for their own choices like adults.

  However, they didn't agree, and would rather put all the responsibility on an eight-year-old child who was still angry with his best friend.

  In reality, at her age, she didn't even finish elementary school.

   Does it automatically get better as long as someone is in charge of everything?

   As long as the responsibility and power are dedicated to the imaginary omnipotent god, will the pie fall from the sky by itself?

  What kind of spiritualism is this...

   "No, this is where you live..."

   Quit smoking and said dumbfoundingly.

   "Haven't you guys ever thought about... taking care of yourself?"

  The complaint was drowned in the noise of mountains and tsunamis.

   Standing in front of the door, he didn't notice that a pair of eyes mixed in the crowd were watching all this coldly.

  The man seemed to have expected it a long time ago, with a vague sneer on his face.

   It's like watching a clown teaching a goat to sing, that smile is full of ridicule...

  …

  Annex of Pine Cone Farm.

   The players who found an empty room to sit were having a battle meeting, chatting about the information they had just transferred from the official website.

  The manager gave them only one hint—

  The large number of "pathogens" in Pine Cone Farm are a hidden danger to the plan of the Church of the Torch.

  In particular, they may have learned through the eyeliners in the farm that the alliance is developing antidotes and vaccines.

  In order to thwart the alliance's plan and at the same time recover the experimental data that was not taken away last night, the Church of the Torch is most likely planning the next round of offensive against this settlement!

  As for the information about the sanctuary, the forerunner, the apostle, the executioner, and a series of settings, everyone learned about it from the updated settings on the official website.

  According to Fang Chang's speculation, the executioner and apostle they captured last night should be sent to the Heart of Iron for interrogation.

  But Fang Chang didn't expect that he was really fooled.

  The sanctuary is really a program running in the virtual space.

   And more than that.

   This thing is more awesome than the general virtual space. It is a distributed computing network formed by connecting countless brains implanted with bionic chips!

  Ye Shi rubbed his chin and thought for a while, then suddenly startled.

   "Fuck...I get it."

  Guangfeng glanced at him.

   "What do you know?"

   "Simply put, this thing is like Voldemort's Horcrux! It can store part of consciousness in other people's brains!"

  Hearing this metaphor, Luo Yu almost choked on his spit.

   "Pfft... You have a big brain."

   "But I understand it when I put it this way," Lao Bai touched his chin and said, "That is to say, there may be hundreds of Horcruxes hidden in the settlement now... what the hell?"

  Finally realizing the seriousness of the problem, his expression changed slightly.

   Good guy.

   This is the full picture!

  Fang Chang also looked solemn, and nodded slowly.

"Theoretically, any NPC here could become Luo Gan's eyes... but fortunately, only when he enters the state of fugue can that Luo Gan personally interfere with the behavior of those chess pieces, otherwise the impact on them is to be able to communicate in his mind , or to the extent that the eyelids move."

   Everyone was silent for a while.

  Even so, this hang is enough to defy the sky.

  "...The problem now is that I don't know where the monsters will spawn. If there is another tunnel hidden in this settlement, I'm afraid we will have to fight the mutants here."

   Just when Fang Chang was feeling troubled, the voice of the quit smoking brother suddenly came from the public microphone of the communication channel.

   "Have you discussed the results yet?"

  Fang Chang subconsciously replied casually.

   "Still discussing, not so fast... What's wrong?"

  The voice over the communication channel was very noisy, and some chaotic shouts could be vaguely heard.

   Quit smoking and said with a big face.

   "The survivors of this colony have blocked the gate of the manor... I feel that if we don't do anything else, we may have to conflict with the survivors here."

  Hearing this sentence, Ye Shi was taken aback.

   "The door is blocked? What's the situation?"

   Obviously he wasn't the only one who was confused, and everyone else showed blank expressions.

  Knowing that this matter is not something that can be explained clearly in a few words, Quit Smoking simply did not explain, and directly passed the video of the scene.

  Looking at the excited crowd in the camera, the players were stunned.

"…I go."

   "Are these people crazy?"

  Ye Shi scratched the back of his head in confusion and said.

   "I don't understand...what the **** are they trying to do."

  Master is gone...

   Isn’t it a good thing?

  Fang Chang looked calm, as if he had expected the situation in front of him. Seeing Ye Shiyi's confused face, he said concisely.

   "This is actually easy to understand. Think about it, if you were a serf and the landlord died, what would be your first thought?"

  Ye Shi said immediately.

   "That must be a subfield!"

  Not at all surprised by Ye Shi's answer, Fang Chang said with a smile.

"Of course you are a young person in the 21st century who thinks so, but the people here are not. They don't feel that the land under their feet is their own. So for various reasons, they will try to make a New farmers come out so they can keep doing the old jobs."

  Yeshi was stunned for a long time, trying to figure out why the original farmer died, and a new farmer must be found.

   Couldn't crops grow in the fields without the farmers?

   "...This is too ridiculous."

  Looking at the dazed Ye Shi, Fang Chang said with a smile.

   "There is nothing absurd or not. If you think about it from another angle, would you be willing to go out to open up wasteland when Singularity City was still healthy a hundred and fifty years ago?"

   Didn't understand why Fang Chang asked such a question, but Ye Shi still tried to listen to him, and thought about it in the background of the game.

  Go to the wasteland to open up wasteland...

  If he didn't have a second life, he probably wouldn't dare.

  However, Fang Chang didn't wait for him to struggle with the final answer, and continued almost a second before he opened his mouth.

"Most residents of Singularity City are living well under the care of the War Construction Committee, but after all, it is the last few years of the War Construction Committee's lifespan, and the supply of supplies cannot always be so abundant. So the authorities promised to reduce the living expenses of ordinary residents. Ration, and give some help to those who go out to pioneer."

"You are a young man with ideals. You thought it would be better to go out and try your luck than starve to death, so you risked your life and went to the wilderness of the wasteland, and dug the first place with a **** and a shovel on the ground that was frozen as hard as steel. Well, the first field was dug out, the first house was built, and the surplus grain was exchanged for seeds, fertilizers, cattle and sheep in the coming year..."

   "Things have been going well so far, but at this time a group of wandering wastelanders wandered to your door, begging you to take them in."

"Whether it's because of their labor force or out of sympathy, you nodded generously and agreed to let them live not far from you. Anyway, you can't plow the fertile land anyway, and it's safe if there are more people. You know very well that the environment on the wasteland is getting worse day by day, and no matter how powerful you are, you are only one person, with only two hands, and cannot use three guns."

"Later, a crisis broke out in Singularity City. Mutants replaced the old humans and became the new masters. More refugees flocked to you. Although you really want to help them, you can't use your hard work to stockpile them. So I thought of a compromise—you lend them food, seeds, and production tools, and in exchange, they need to return the next year’s grain or reclaimed land, so that both of you get benefits .”

  Ye Shi scratched his head.

   "What's wrong with that?"

  Looking at the puzzled Ye Shi, Fang Chang smiled and said.

"There is no problem with this. The plantation economy was actually relatively progressive in the early days of the Wasteland Era. It encouraged the expansion of large settlements to a certain extent. In the era of the War Construction Committee, most settlements were unwilling to make trouble for themselves. Yes, because they have the omnipotent 'black box' of the production department."

   "Although some small plantations are technically immature, they accommodate a large number of surplus survivors that the settlements can no longer accommodate, and to a certain extent restrain the emergence of predators."

  "If there were no plantations, after the crisis in Singularity City broke out, this place would probably become a kingdom of predators, and mutants wouldn't be the only ones who eat people. The situation would only be worse than it is now."

   When talking about this, Fang Chang suddenly changed the topic.

  “But the problem is that a century and a half have passed, and the local people are still using the method of running farms to manage this society that has actually developed into a settlement.”

"The farmer carefully manages the little power in his hand, hoping to use the wisdom of mortals to do things that gods can't do. Like his ancestors, he arranged everything properly. He The biggest dream in life, 80% is to occupy all the surrounding settlements. As for the development of any industry, it is beyond his imagination, or it is beyond the imagination of any nobleman, at least there must be a group of people like Boulder City. Nobles who are not full have to be fed."

  Ye Shi was puzzled.

   "But there are also many officers here... For example, Luo Feihui, who wanted to use our strength to rise to the top, can't he be considered a nobleman?"

  Fang Chang shook his head.

   "He, like Yang He who had escaped from this farm, only borrowed part of the power entrusted by the farmer, and was essentially just a powerful servant."

   Paused, he continued.

   "However, this is not just a problem of the farmer alone. You can find that the local survivors are very careful not to take a little extra responsibility."

"They hold the idea that one more thing is worse than one less thing. No matter what happens, they will accept it. They want to stick their heads in the ground so that tall people can bear it, and they want their buttocks to stick to the sky, so that they can grab a bench in time at dawn. .”

"Mutants always talk about beasts with two feet on their lips, and they want to eat people with their teeth and claws. The church doesn't treat them as human beings. Tens of thousands of people will kill them if they say they want to kill them. Maybe you also look down on them from the bottom of your heart. You just stand there From the standpoint of modern people, I sympathize with their experiences...but where are the churches and mutants who don't treat them as human beings? Isn't it themselves?"

"Didn't you notice? This is actually the result of running in both directions. No one puts a rope around their necks because there is no need for it. The situation here is completely different from Boulder City. So don't expect a few words to remind them of themselves It’s people, this four-wheel-drive vehicle doesn’t even have an accelerator pedal, let’s teach them how to read first, and then give them a copy of “How the Boulder City Was Forged” to read, at least it’s good to be able to shout a few slogans.”

   Luo Yu interjected.

   "Isn't it called "Boll the Awakened"?"

  Fang Chang coughed.

   "I forgot..."

   How embarrassing.

  His target is still the editor of that book.

  Looking at Fang Chang blankly, Ye Shi's Adam's apple twitched, and he swallowed what he wanted to say.

  He thought of the lamb.

   At the last moment, that little girl didn't think about surviving by herself, she was even willing to be eaten by that lady.

  And she never thought about whether her self-sacrifice was really good for that Yin Yin.

eat human…

  Even if you don't go crazy, it will be a lifetime of psychological shadow.

  Even Lao Na, a guy who dares to stuff everything into his mouth and yells that it doesn’t matter in the game anyway, didn’t dare to try what it’s like to be human.

   Not to mention the meat of a good friend...

  In the end, she never regarded herself as an extraordinary person from the beginning to the end, even though she was so smart that she didn't look like a child at all.

  For a moment, Ye Shi suddenly felt that although the actions of the Torch Church were a bit extreme, they were not entirely without reason.

   These people went crazy because of Naguo.

   They're not normal at all.

  However, the absurdity is that this farm is a relatively normal settlement in this wasteland, far more bewildered than here.

   "... No wonder the Enlightenment will end the world."

  Looking at Ye Shi who was muttering there, Lao Bai patted him on the shoulder.

   "Okay, don't listen to Fang Chang's nonsense. This guy was thrown into the era of prosperity. He would probably be a shareholder of the Enlightenment Society. If you listen to his nonsense, you won't be led into the ditch."

  Fang Chang retorted dissatisfiedly.

   "You are slandering me, I will never do that kind of extreme thing again."

"That's hard to say, you guys with good brains, who knows what you're thinking every day," Lao Bai smiled, and patted Ye Shi on the shoulder, "Go and talk to that Yin Yin, let She cooperates with us."

   "Huh?" Ye Shi was stunned for a moment, and blurted out, "What can a brat like her do?"

  Luo Yu frowned at him in a tricky way.

   "You can't teach her, don't you just like younger ones?"

  Hearing this, Ye Shi jumped up like a rabbit whose tail had been stepped on, and glared at Luo Yu with a smirk.

   "Get out! I, what the hell... I like to be a little older than me."

  Guang Feng touched his chin.

   "Understood, no wonder..."

  Ye Shi blushed anxiously.

   "Why are you a hammer!"

  The room was full of joy, diluting the solemnity before that moment.

   Fang Chang, who was sitting aside, coughed, looked at Ye Shi who was eager to argue.

   "Seriously, I think what Lao Bai said makes sense. If we don't help that little girl, she will probably be driven by the people here to become the farmer."

   In fact, those officers thought so.

  Except for the dead Luo Feihui, the others are more inclined to support that little girl as the owner of the farm than themselves.

  This way they have indirect control of the farm without having to worry about **** everything up and getting into trouble, and not having to fight to the death for an unflattering position.

   After all, the situation is still unclear. The war between the Church of the Torch and the Alliance has just begun, and anything can happen.

  Ye Shi muttered.

   "Take it easy, inheriting such a large family property, maybe people will have fun secretly."

   Fang Chang glanced at him.

   "And screwed up everything, and got slaughtered by those people as a scapegoat?"

  Ye Shi couldn't help but said.

   "Then what do you expect a child to do? And didn't you say it yourself, those people are hopeless."

  Fang Chang shook his head.

"I never said they were hopeless. It was the torch that thought they were hopeless. I just wanted to express that 'awakening' is not something that falls from the sky. responsibility."

"It's the same with that child. Of course, she can accept the power and responsibility offered by the slaves with peace of mind, but the price is to become a puppet of the servants. After all, it's not easy to be a farmer, and she didn't Isn’t it the methods of your own father?”

"Of course, she still has another choice now, which is to give them back the power and responsibility that her father took away from everyone in this settlement, and exchange her voluntary withdrawal for a decent end. In this way, she still Can keep some property."

   Lao Bai frowned and hesitated.

   "Wouldn't that be too much for her? Alyssa is almost an adult anyway... and she's only eight years old."

  Fang Chang shrugged.

"This is already the easiest way. She only needs to nod her head and cooperate with us to say some scenes, and she can get a decent ending. And if she refuses our help, what she will face next That's the heaviest part."

  Ye Shi looked at him puzzled.

"What's the meaning?"

"This is a jihad against the belief in the torch, so the battlefield will naturally not be limited to places visible to the naked eye... I just thought of it just now, the sanctuary is actually not as invulnerable as we imagined, it can be hidden in anyone's head , but it is impossible to hide in everyone's head, and these people are the majority on this land. If you were a manager, what would you do?"

  Fang Chang did not directly answer his doubts, but asked him such a sentence.

  Ye Shi thought hard for a long time, and just wanted to say that he didn't know, but suddenly his heart moved, thinking of that Naguo, and he blurted out almost subconsciously.

   "Just let the torch lose the soil to survive..."

   Nago doesn't kill anyone.

   But it would make the soil unsuitable for old humans.

   This is the foundation of all the plans of the Torch Church, just like "neutron destruction" is for the Enlightenment Society.

   Similarly, the Church of the Torch and their plan can be implemented here precisely because there is soil where the dirt can survive and multiply.

  Then just make it no longer suitable for them to survive.

  The alliance allows the survivors around them to decide their own destiny, but the premise is that they don't mess around with others on their own territory.

   But now it is clearly not a problem of the locals themselves.

  The Heart of Steel of the Alliance has arrived here, which is the most direct proof.

  Looking at the alert Ye Shi, Fang Chang nodded approvingly.

"Yes, as long as the majority of the land is united, the torch and its fruits will lose the soil for survival. In order to achieve this, the managers will almost certainly distribute the land that originally belonged to the farmers to Those serfs, re-establish the order in this area."

   "After the disaster last night, all settlements on this land have to face a single-choice question—"

   "Is it the Church, or the Union."

   This war has already begun.

   Author of "I Invented at Hogwarts": Vera Tiantian codeword.

   Summary: After Rigg joins Hogwarts, the pressure comes to Azkaban.

   When Voldemort escaped, he was knocked down by a super electromagnetic gun from Harry Potter.

   "Rig, this is much better than a magic wand!"

  (end of this chapter)