This Game Is Too Realistic

At the same time that Tianhong was killed by the desert corps commander in the rebel army, on the other side of the battlefield, Moulton, who had been transformed into a bionic man, also fell under the random gunfire of the death corps.

His legs were blown off, and one of his arms was broken. There was not a single intact part in his body, and the damage report message on the main control program kept ringing.

However, even so, he still did not stop fighting. Instead, he used his remaining left hand to pull out his gun and tried to aim at the oncoming Death Claw.

"boom--!"

The bullet burst out of the barrel, but missed its target.

"Roar!!!"

The death claw roared furiously, rushed to him in an instant, bit his remaining arm, and tore it off his shoulder.

Electric sparks flew and acrid smoke billowed from Moulton's shoulders.

The Death Claw stepped on his chest, shook off half of his arm from his mouth, and opened his brutal mouth again.

Moulton looked at it expressionlessly, waiting calmly for death, but saw the open mouth being pulled back.

Perhaps because he was worried that his mount would eat up his stomach, the cavalryman wearing an exoskeleton jumped off the lizard's back and easily took off the engineer shovel hanging next to the lizard.

The side of the shovel is edged, and can be used as a bayonet or an ax for demolition.

Looking at the man walking towards him, Moulton, who was silent at first, suddenly spoke.

"I don't understand..."

Looking at the android stick lying on the ground waiting for death, he raised his eyebrows while holding the edge of the engineer's shovel for water strokes.

"What don't you understand?"

Moulton looked into his eyes and spoke in a staccato electronic voice.

"How... did you do it? We... have at least... four active-duty People's Federation officers. We expect that we may not be able to resist... but against the wastelanders... not so quickly."

According to calculations and deductions, the three lines of defense they deployed around Vault 13 can last at least half a month, and there is no way they can't last even one night.

However, the outcome of this war was beyond his expectation.

The mechanical soldiers that were supposed to last longer were systematically defeated in a way he didn't expect, but these organisms actually lasted longer than he expected...

"Active-duty officers are okay..."

Looking at the confused iron knot, he grinned and said jokingly.

"Your war has been going on for three years, and ours has been going on for two centuries. Why do you think you are more professional? Just because your military ranks have the rubber stamp of the People's Federation?"

The pair of electronic eyes embedded in the iron bumps flickered slightly, and then dimmed.

"I see……"

They have lived in the glory of the past for too long.

Whether it’s a deity or a being.

Still the same person before becoming a heavenly being...

Moulton didn't speak. He seemed to have finally figured everything out and silently accepted the failure.

The gunshots continued in the distance.

Although the commander had been killed, the mechanical soldiers who did not know what death was did not stop because of this, but still carried out the previous orders.

Even if they have lost their reason to continue fighting.

In a sense, they may be the same kind of people as the gods who made them.

Their time is over.

Instead of helping to rebuild the world, they who still lived 200 years ago became an obstacle to people's journey to the new era...

Burning steel covered the wasteland under the old space elevator, and the battle of blood and flames lasted all night until the morning sun hung in the bright sky.

With the last humanoid combat armor scrapped, the fight finally ended with the Alliance's victory.

As for the price.

Although it can't be called tragic, it can't be said to be easy either.

Even though the railgun's preemptive strategic strike wiped out the combatants and mutant cannon fodder deployed by the Enlightenment Society on the surface, Celestial Being's robot army still caused a lot of casualties to the players.

In just one battle, the total casualties of the dozen participating regiments reached 20,000.

Among them, the Death Corps suffered the most tragic casualties, with 110,000 killed in the entire regiment.

Of course, their number is also the largest in the entire server, with their number remaining at around 30,000 for a long time.

As for the Skeleton Corps, which was mainly armored, the casualties were not that heavy.

The blood dyed the reddish-brown sand even brighter red, like a glowing sea of ​​blood under the rising sun.

The only good thing is that players who die in combat don't really die.

Three days later, they will wake up from the training cabin and see the rising sun that fills the earth again...

…

The official website of "Wasteland OL" and the forum are full of excitement.

The cloud players are busy in the void, debating which one is stronger, Heaven and Enlightenment, and how it compares with other forces in the wasteland. Players who have logged off early are waiting for the latest news from their recently deceased brother. First-hand battle report.

Soon, good news from the front line came, and the reward announcement on the official website also flooded the screen at the same time.

Tallarn Raider is not the only one who has received server-wide announcement rewards and limited titles.

Including edge paddling, including Brother Mole, etc., almost everyone has unlocked their own achievements and entered the Hall of Fame on the official website with shining glory.

After waiting for several months, we finally had a hearty decisive battle, and almost all the players who participated were delighted.

Coupled with the generous activity points and rewards, the three-day resurrection CD and the withdrawal reaction of not being able to go online seem not so difficult.

perhaps.

The edge of the water: "It's so good! Hahahaha! It's been a long time since I've had such a good time! (Baring teeth)"

Drum hair washing machine: "It's just a little lonely, empty and cold. I didn't expect this enlightenment to be so irresistible. He just fired the map cannon and fell down. (Sigh)"

Big-eyed debtor: "Speaking of which, the Enlightenment Society has been eliminated. Shouldn't it be time to attack the Eastern Empire next? (Smirk)"

Irena: "Saren: Don't come over!! (Funny)"

Elf King Fugui: "I don't think so. You can't just go all the way when you see someone who is different from us. (Funny)"

Mole on the run in the canyon: "Unless there is a new expansion pack. (Funny)"

Old Man Shandan: "But they are still in slavery now. A rational analysis is not impossible."

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Having said that, they have already begun to change. For example, New Sailing Port is actually a good start. Although the power of the people there is still very small for the time being, they will always grow up and become the driving force behind the Eastern Empire. The political power of change. If we intervene hastily, it will be counterproductive, and we may end up with something completely different."

The previous legion was actually very different, but after it was disbanded, it became normal.

The reason why the Eastern Empire is the Eastern Empire is not because they have an emperor named Saren, but because of the common hope deep in the hearts of everyone living on that land.

The latter is the cause, and the former is nothing but the effect.

From this point of view, the Wilant people in the province of Wilante and the province of Batoya are essentially different.

The former already had the tradition of constitutionalism during the Julius period, otherwise he, as a consul, would not be able to change anything even if he shouted at his throat.

Although the Southern Legion embarked on the path of militarism for a period of time, the main subjects of society were citizens, military officers, and industrial owners, which was essentially different from the Eastern Legion where landowners and military nobles played the main social subjects.

Regardless of whether the Weiland people of the Eastern Empire admit it or not, the ecological niche belonging to the tyrants exists objectively, including the tens of thousands of slave owners who are dependent on the tyrants.

Once the visible majesty is defeated, the invisible majesty will pop up to fill the vacant ecological niche.

In fact, this is not just a problem of the Eastern Empire, but a problem common to all forms of feudalism.

Even relatively speaking, the feudalism of the Eastern Empire was actually much more advanced.

At least, both their Majesties and the tens of thousands of military nobles themselves have a desire for progress in their heads.

I was the darkest: "Tsk, why do you sound more and more like Fang Chang?"

Kakarot: "There is a reasonable suspicion that there is some kind of adultery with the NPC. (Smirk)"

Battlefield atmosphere group: "???"

Luo Yu: "I'm only curious about one thing right now, what will be the next expansion pack. (Looking at the sky)"

Feng Qing: "Maybe another planet?"

Garbage Picking Level 99: "Damn, is this span too big? (dumb)"

The fugitive mole in the canyon: "You guys are really hard to take care of. Even before we left Qingquan City, you were clamoring to fly into the sky all day long. Why are you so afraid of flying up there? (Funny)"

Laplace: "Wait, so "Wasteland OL" is actually just a prequel in the background setting of the open beta version of the game?! (Surprise)"

You don’t want to think about it either, wife: “Although I feel there are problems everywhere, it’s somehow reasonable or something. (laughing and crying)”

Scavenger Picking Level 99: "Awesome! Use the prequel as a beta version and become invincible."

Tails: "Oh oh oh! "Starry Sky OL", start it! (Wearing sunglasses)"

Being forced to do something difficult: "I'm crying, can I, a rat like me, delete my account and practice again? (Crying)"

Outlaw gangster: "Speaking of which, why didn't I see Lao Bai and the others showing off this time? It's unscientific."

Commander Quanshui: "Their battlefield is not on the ground, but at Lagrange Point. I remember that their attack time was about the same as ours. It may not be over yet."

Professor Yang, King of Lightning: "Good guy, have you already played "Starry Sky OL"?"

Tyrannosaurus Warrior: "Okay, it's been installed. (Crying)"

Canyon Runaway Mole: "(Funny)"

…

The war on the ground is over.

The NPC troops of the Alliance's First Army began to move in, and the players began to clean up the battlefield after taking a short rest.

The Enlightenment left many good things behind.

In particular, the pre-war exoskeletons and powered armors scattered on the battlefield were almost 90% new and could be used immediately, which aroused the joy of a group of players who had never seen the world.

Although these equipments do not belong to whoever picks them up, but are exchanged based on battlefield points, there is no problem in "trying them on" yourself before turning them in.

The NPCs in "Wasteland OL" are not as rigid as other games. They will not excessively investigate the origins of the things players wear. Only when they are "registered and bound" will a relatively strict review process be carried out.

Apart from the equipment and debris left on the battlefield, the most valuable ones are the black boxes collected by the Enlightenment Society and the production facilities restored through the black boxes.

These black boxes were stolen from other shelters by the Enlightenment Society, and now they are all treasures of the Alliance.

The heavy trucks of the First Army drove into the Enlightenment Society's production facilities one after another, and drove towards the Ravenka Industrial Zone one after another.

These treasures will be loaded into containers and transported to the ports on the Death Coast via cargo ships. Depending on their use, it will be decided whether to transport them to the Dawn City Industrial Zone or stay on the Death Coast to support local construction.

Just as the players were having a great time picking up items on the battlefield, a group of people came from the direction of Ravenka Industrial Area.

Obviously, the smell of blood that pervades this place not only attracts vultures from the sky, but also nearby scavengers.

When the Enlightenment Society and the mutant mercenaries were still operating in this area, almost no one dared to approach this area, but now it is a different situation.

After all, looking at the trucks heading towards Ravenka Industrial Zone, no matter how stupid they are, they can understand who won the battle last night.

Following the ruts on the ground, scavengers along the way came here one after another.

Seeing more and more scavengers gathering, the player standing in front of the checkpoint stepped forward and shouted to the noisy crowd.

"The battlefield is still being cleaned. It is not safe here. I suggest you wait until it is safe before coming here."

The scavengers made a fuss for a while.

A brown-skinned woman with hair tied like dreadlocks walked up to the front and shouted to the players in front of the checkpoint.

"Sir, this is what we do. What else will we do when it's safe?"

Those cloudy pupils were one part respectful and two parts cunning, and the remaining seven parts were vigilant.

Although I heard that the reputation of the alliance is good, no one can be sure that the rumors are correct.

But even so, she was still willing to try her luck here.

After all, no other place where you can pick up trash can compare to this Feng Shui treasure land at the foot of the space elevator.

Before the player could answer, several scavengers standing in front of the crowd also stepped forward and shouted.

"Sir, we can help you clean up the battlefield...at a suitable price."

"We have no other thoughts, we just want to make a living."

The two players exchanged glances, and then one of the players took a step forward and said to the scavengers standing in the front row.

"We understand your situation. I don't think there is any problem. However, I can't make the decision. I have to ask the commander for instructions."

"Thanks."

The female scavenger winked at him.

However, the unique shape was still a little too "wasteland punk" and did not arouse the interest of this young player, but made the latter feel embarrassed.

That shy look caused a burst of laughter from the surrounding people, which actually made the atmosphere in front of the checkpoint lively.

The local wastelanders are more enthusiastic and unrestrained than the wastelanders in the River Valley Province, but unfortunately their appearance is much different.

The news was reported level by level and quickly delivered to the staff of the First Army.

After discussion at the meeting, the supreme commander "Wrench" quickly approved the scavengers' application.

Although unexploded stray bombs and remaining war machines on the battlefield may pose security risks, what they need to consider here is not only safety, but also the establishment of reliable local order.

Arranging jobs for these scavengers is part of establishing order.

Rather than letting these guys sneak into the battlefield and steal the loot at the risk of being caught and blown up, it is better to recruit most of them at a suitable price, and then use iron fists to deal with those desperadoes who lick blood from their knife heads. , increasing the latter’s risks and costs.

Eventually, when the battlefield is cleared, they will return the garbage dump to these scavengers and recover valuable dismantled objects from them at appropriate prices, thus completing the transition from wartime order to peacetime order.

The administrators plan to build a new settlement here.

In addition to resettling nearby scavengers, the gentleman also hopes that the residents of Shelter 13 will also participate in the construction of this settlement, and shoulder the responsibilities and obligations they once abandoned...

…

At the entrance to Vault 13, the alloy door slowly opened.

Under the guidance of the watchers, the hurried crowds passed through the long corridor one after another, leaving the cradle that had sheltered them for more than a century.

Ahead is the wasteland.

It is also their new home in the future.

The early morning sunshine imprinted on the faces with different expressions. People looked at the desolate ruins and battlefields, and their faces were full of confusion and hesitation.

Until yesterday, they were still listening to Director Feng's sweet words, believing that as long as they joined forces with the Enlightenment Society and the Heavenly Beings, their future would be infinitely bright and full of beauty.

However, the reality is not like this——

All they saw were devastated ruins and death everywhere.

"There is wasteland ahead..."

Squinting at the road ahead, Medical Miracle said to Director Feng and the secretary who was still supporting him.

"You have been comfortable for 200 years, it's time to learn to face reality."

Feng Zhiheng stared into his eyes. There was not much expression on his pale face due to excessive blood loss. It took him a long time to squeeze out a word from his mouth.

"Actually, you saw...most people are actually not prepared."

The medical miracle said with a smile.

"so what?"

Looking at this unsympathetic guy, Feng Zhiheng's mouth twitched slightly and he lowered his voice.

"They were rushed out because of your plan... Is this fair to us?"

Before Medical Miracle opened his mouth, Zhuang Lan, who came from the side holding the president of the Enlightenment Society by the neck, answered for him first.

"I should ask you this question. When Vault 68 opened its doors to explore ways to rebuild the civilized world, you lived in the Era of Prosperity in Vault 13 ahead of schedule... This is very important to us. Is it fair?”

Feng Zhiheng's eyes were a little dodgey, but in the end he couldn't avoid the sharp gaze and confused the question.

"So? You have proven that those beggars are not worth saving at all. These guys are the root of all problems-"

"Anyone can discuss this issue, but you can't," Zhuang Lan looked into his eyes and said word by word, "Including me."

If you want to say why, it is because the shelter was not established to protect anyone, but to protect everyone.

This is the source of legitimacy for it to give up the lives of some people and concentrate its efforts on letting some people survive first.

From the beginning, it existed to continue the fire of civilization, even if there were certain twists and turns in the process.

If even this most basic responsibility can be shied away, then the police can refuse to enforce the law because the victim is not perfect, and the firefighters can refuse to rush into the fire because the victim is also an arsonist.

But this is obviously not possible.

Whether it is worthy or not is the evaluation of future generations, and saving those who survive is the responsibility of the blue coats at this moment.

Looking at the speechless Director Feng, Zhuang Lan suddenly raised the corners of his mouth teasingly.

"No wonder they don't call you a manager and you never call yourself that."

Looking at the blank face, she said in a half-joking tone.

"At least you are somewhat self-aware."