This Game Is Too Realistic

In Hope, guarding the gate is an easy job.

Although there is only one door between here and the wasteland, and two steps further is a hell where you die and no one cares about you, but it is not the wasteland after all, so you can get a considerable salary without taking too much risk.

And the job is decent enough.

Regardless of whether they are doing serious business or not, people will be more or less relaxed when they are near a settlement.

Even looters will need such a safe place to exchange the stolen goods for other things they need.

Otherwise, the things they grab will be worthless garbage, which can only be thrown on the ground waiting for scavengers to pick it up, or become the trophies of other wastelanders.

Especially nowadays, most of the wastelanders in this area use automatic rifles produced in the southern part of the River Valley Province.

It is already difficult to survive with an iron pipe rifle rubbed by hand. They also need to keep pace with the times and hide themselves where they should...

Standing at the west door, Mark yawned, took out his rusty pocket watch and took a look at it, calculating how many hours were left until he got off work.

This job is just to pass the time.

This is especially true at the west gate where visitors from the wasteland rarely come.

Just when he was thinking about where to drink after get off work, the guard standing next to him suddenly raised his head and looked to the west, frowned and muttered.

"what sound?"

"What is that sound?" Closing the brass cover, Mark put away the pocket watch and looked at the new guy.

This young man only joined the town guard a few months ago. He was the son of an Orion in the town. He had some impressions of his father and they drank together.

"Didn't you hear?" The young man looked at him and continued, "Something exploded."

Hearing this, Mark couldn't help laughing.

"Haha, that's not too normal. If you take two steps outside, you'll be in a wasteland. The sound of gunshots and explosions is not too common... Just get used to it."

To be honest, this is actually not that common.

Loneliness and cold are more common than death in the wasteland.

In an uninhabited wilderness, there may be no living creatures for many years, and only swaying grass can be seen for decades.

If a wolf howl suddenly sounds there one day, it may be time to be alert.

But Mark didn't want to think so.

Rather than what happened in the nearby wasteland, he was more inclined to think that what happened was an accident that had nothing to do with them.

Minding one's own business is the way to survive. He knows very well why he can be a guard. It is precisely because he will not pay attention to things that have nothing to do with him.

The young man was lying on the ground, putting his ear to the ground, still muttering to himself.

"The sound of gunfire and the sound of running were separated by at least thirty or forty kilometers, and someone was fighting with someone."

Mark couldn't help but go up and kick his ass.

"Stop worrying so blindly, get up and stand guard."

After being kicked on the butt, the young man stood up in embarrassment and honestly shut his mouth and stopped talking.

Being disturbed by him, Mark's mood, which had been relatively good until noon, was also messed up.

Once people know that something big is happening next to them, but don't know what the specific thing is, they will involuntarily think about it and become anxious.

Especially when you have nothing to do.

Mark was no exception. The young man seemed to have put the matter aside, but he couldn't help but think about it over and over in his mind.

Who is fighting whom?

Speaking of which, going west here, are there any larger settlements?

At this moment, there was a sudden rustling in the forest not far away, followed by a "whooshing" sound through the air.

Before Mark could recover, an arrow flew past his hat and nailed the wooden pillar behind him with a clang.

Startled, he quickly loaded the rifle in his hand, turned on the safety and pointed in the direction of the arrow.

"Who's there!"

No one answered.

Mark swallowed, his eyes flashing (this chapter is not finished, click on the next page to continue)

Shocked and nervous, the muzzle of the gun was pointed straight at the forest where no one could be seen, but he did not dare to go up to see the situation.

At this time, the young man next to him ran up behind him, pulled the arrow out of the pillar, and shouted at him.

"Sir! There's something tied to the arrow!"

"What is it?" Not daring to look away from the sight, Mark stared at the woods and shouted with his back to him.

"It's a roll of animal skin! There seems to be something written on it." After opening the roll of animal skin and barely recognizing what was written on it, the young man suddenly froze and became speechless.

Animal skin?

Mark was stunned for a moment, eager to know the content above, but he didn't dare to let down his guard.

So he maintained his aiming posture, stepped back to the young man's side, and used his left hand to pull the animal skin over.

There were indeed two lines of scrawled words written on it in animal blood.

And it was written wrong.

After guessing and recognizing the content above, Mark's face lost all color in an instant, turning pale as if it had been painted with white paint.

"Oh shit……"

Cursing, he quickly looked at the equally dumbfounded young man next to him, staring at him with warning eyes.

"You stay here and I'll report the news... Don't tell anyone about this!"

The young man nodded blankly.

Mark glanced at the forest, gritted his teeth, put the gun away on his back, took the arrow and the roll of animal skin, and ran towards the town without looking back.

In the forest, a pair of green pupils hidden under the hood stared at the figure running towards the town. It wasn't until the guard disappeared behind the gate that he disappeared from the shadows of the forest.

………

Hope the town is in the center of the office.

The round table in the conference room was filled with prominent figures in the town.

There are owners of the Grizzly Bear and Street Lamp Tavern, elderly carpenters, owners of tanning workshops, landowners with thousands of acres of land, and mayors with thousands of households in charge.

They are not the kind of people who are very idle, but at this moment they are all sitting here in silence, smoking first-hand or second-hand cigarettes.

Even though the acrid smell of smoke can make people choke to tears, the people sitting here still cover the doors and windows tightly and have no intention of opening any windows for ventilation.

Likewise, no one spoke.

At this moment, there was an arrow lying on the round table in front of them.

About noon, someone shot this arrow at the west gate of the town, and it was picked up by the guard standing there.

Previously, there was a roll of animal skin tied to it, with two lines of words written in animal blood.

[Oger, wants to eat people. 】

【Run! 】

"If this is a joke, it's definitely the worst and most vicious joke of the year!"

The first person to break the silence was the mayor here.

His name is Ma Hechang. Although he is fifty years old, he is still strong and has considerable prestige in the town.

The owner of the Grizzly Bear and Street Lamp Tavern, who was sitting not far away from him, hugged his head and muttered to himself in pain.

"Why does this happen."

The conference room was filled with noisy complaints and discussions, and the expressions on everyone's faces were full of panic and uneasiness.

They didn't know what Og was, but when they saw the words "eating people" and running quickly, it was not difficult to guess what it meant.

Ordinary raider tribes would not dare to take action against a settlement like Hope Town with thousands of households. They would only be those unreasonable mutants.

But people still can't believe this is true.

"It's not the first day that the Qi tribe came to Jinhe City. I heard that they were there a century and a half ago. Those green-skinned baboons are indeed a bit too strong, and their numbers are terrifying, but they are actually different from the mutants in other places. It’s different, they rarely take action against the surrounding survivor settlements.”

There are rumors that they keep some slaves in the tribe, so they don't need to plunder frequently.

There are also rumors that their ancestors are actually humans, but they became like this accidentally, so their descendants will be restrained and not take action on those villages and farmland.

However, these are just rumors.

Most of the letters (this chapter is not finished, click on the next page to continue)

In fact, these people don't know why things are like this. They just give a reason to convince themselves and others about things they can't explain, and seek peace of mind amid panic.

The Qi tribe has existed for more than a century, and they have lived here for more than a century. No one knows why they stopped eating them, let alone why they have changed their minds now.

At this time, someone suddenly spoke.

"Could it be just a joke?"

No one paid any attention to him.

Because this is nonsense.

Even if most people think so in their hearts, no one dares to joke with their own lives and the lives of their families.

Ma Hechang looked at the director of the town guard who was sitting aside and lowered his voice.

"Have the sentries been sent out?"

The director of the town guard nodded and said nervously.

"It has been dispatched...no news yet."

Mayor Ma breathed a sigh of relief. At least at the moment, he didn't have to worry about the group of greenskins suddenly barging in during the meeting.

Then he looked around at everyone present and said in a serious tone.

"Now the first thing we have to figure out is who is warning us! If that person really has conclusive information, why did he use this method instead of telling us face to face!"

"I think so too! If the news is true, why didn't he tell him face to face? All of us would thank him and even give him a sum of money." The boss selling glassware complained.

At this moment, something suddenly occurred to him. Mayor Ma looked at the blacksmith sitting in front of the round table.

"Do you recognize this arrow?"

"...I recognize it. This arrow is indeed sold by me." After staring at the arrow cluster for a long time, the blacksmith in the town frowned and said, "But the hunters in the town all use arrows made by me. It doesn’t explain anything.”

For experienced hunters, hunting with a rifle is not cost-effective; traps and bows will be more economical.

A trace of disappointment appeared on Mayor Ma's face.

At this time, a slightly wealthy man wearing a devil's silk gown suddenly spoke.

"Ahem, listen to me, there are too many abnormal things about this matter. I am more inclined to think that someone wants to drive us out of here so that they can take the opportunity to rob our property."

His name is Xiao Zhixue, and he is in the beer business. He has a brewing workshop in the town and employs about twenty workers. Most of the drinks consumed by the wastelanders in the past come from him.

one shopkeeper asked rhetorically.

"But what if what the letter says is true?"

The wine merchant named Xiao stared.

"Really? How is that possible! Those Qi never attack settlements, they only catch those guys wandering around in the wasteland!"

"It didn't happen before, but that doesn't mean it won't happen in the future. Maybe they changed their minds on a whim."

"But this doesn't make sense! Aren't they allies of the Torch Church? We have converted to the church, and there is even a pastor from the church in our town!"

Pairs of eyes looked at the priest in front of the round table. The middle-aged man, who was irritated by the gazes, couldn't help wiping his sweat and said nervously.

"I don't know that I haven't been able to contact the apostle since the past few days. Ah, could it have anything to do with this?"

"To the west... there seems to be a small place called Dust Town." The blacksmith said, touching his chin.

The priest nodded hastily.

"That's the name! I remember the apostle said before he disappeared that he was going to take the believers there to preach!"

At this time, the owner of the tanning shop suddenly said.

"Could it be that those mutants went to Dust Town to search for the apostle's whereabouts, but they couldn't find it, and then the group of green-skinned baboons went crazy and killed people everywhere?"

This seems to be the most reasonable explanation.

Although this is also something that no one wants to face.

Mayor Ma knocked the table hard with his fist and said loudly.

"Enough, these things are not important. What is important is what should we do now? Should we stay and fight them, or should we move to other places to avoid -"

Before he could finish his words, the wine merchant screamed.

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"Move to other places? Are you kidding? Where can we go? There is no place around here that can accommodate so many people!"

Others patted their butts and left.

His brewery can’t be moved!

If those mutants didn't kill anyone, they would definitely set a fire and burn this place down! By then, all his property here will be destroyed!

So does most everyone else.

The people sitting here are the most famous and wealthy people in the town, and their homes and properties are here. This is not just a small town for them, it's their foundation.

Although no one wanted to face those green-skinned monsters, no one wanted to just run away.

"If you don't leave, you will have to fight with them," Mayor Ma said with a gloomy expression. "To be honest, I don't have the confidence to be those guys' opponent."

A mutant tribe of tens of thousands of people...

Even the Pinecone Wood Farm in the southeast, a large landowner with nearly 50,000 people, could not be a match for the mutant tribe.

The size of the two sides is not in the same dimension at all.

At this time, the director of the health center suddenly stood up from the conference table and walked towards the door.

Mayor Ma looked at him.

"where did you go?"

The director stopped.

"Mobilize the residents of the town and give them guns. If we continue this discussion, we won't be able to leave, and we won't have time to fight. We will have to sit here and wait to die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wine merchant sitting not far away stood up.

"Wait, you can't do this! Send the gun down now, everyone will know something is going to happen!"

The director of the town guard frowned.

"What time has it been? Is it useful to cover it now?"

The wine merchant lowered his voice and said.

"There are some wastelanders in the town. They can fight better than us. The worst we can do is give them some money! But if they get the news in advance and know that their opponents are mutants, I bet they can run faster than rabbits! "

The director of the health center looked at him blankly, and after thinking about it, it seemed to make sense.

No matter what, those wastelanders are better than the militiamen in the town. It is better to mobilize those guys than to mobilize a group of guys who have never fought in a war to kill people.

The people sitting at the conference table exchanged glances, and most of them had looks of approval in their eyes. Mayor Ma thought for a long time and nodded slowly.

"I think so too, but we can't put all our hopes on those foreigners. We have to be prepared."

After saying that, he looked at the director of the guard station.

"Send the weapons in the inventory to the wall, then use obstacles to block the four gates in the southeast and northwest, and dig some fortifications. As for the wastelanders, we will tell them that we have received news that a group of looters has arrived. In this area, the town needs to strengthen its defenses, and vehicles and goods are temporarily not allowed to enter or exit. After three days, if the alert is lifted, we will remove the defenses, and then they can come and go freely."

“The Town of Hope will provide free accommodation and food to its guests during this period.”

Retaining the goods means retaining the merchants in the town, and retaining those merchants means retaining their private soldiers.

If it were only delayed for three days, those merchants probably wouldn't do anything too outrageous and rashly offend this town.

While this may have an impact on Hope Town's reputation, the existential crisis is clearly more pressing now.

As for those mercenaries, although it is difficult to keep them by force, they can be hired under the pretext of dealing with the plunderers who have fled to this area.

After a moment of pause, Mayor Ma said with a hint of luck.

"Actually... it may not be as bad as we think."

"The sentries haven't brought back the news yet, which at least means that the mutants haven't come near us yet. Maybe, as Mr. Xiao said, this is just a trick to scare us away."

Everyone sitting at the table looked at each other.

If only it were that simple...

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Forests dozens of kilometers away.

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With blood and grease smeared on his face, he hummed rude shouts and songs as he embarked on a journey to the next banquet.

More than two hundred of Og's brothers died, including a centurion and a big brother.

He had to chop off four hundred heads to relieve his anger.

As for whether the Torch Church is angry or not, what does it have to do with Og?

He is not only dissatisfied with the old priests in the clan who care about this and that, he also dislikes those nagging humans...

At this moment, the vast majority of residents in Hope Town have not yet realized that danger has quietly come to their heads.

The few people who knew about it were still imagining that maybe things were not that bad, and that the arrow tied with animal skin was just a clumsy hoax.

On the other side, Luo Yu, who had lunch at the hotel, learned from Wu Wenzhou, the leader of the caravan, that there were marauders roaming nearby and that the town was blocked.

"Predator?!"

After hearing the news, Luo Yu had a surprised expression on his face and quickly remembered the group of people he had met at the border of the provinces.

"...could it be the people we met?"

On the way here, they encountered a group of plunderers who robbed the road, and also seized a Maxim from the hands of those plunderers.

But if it was those people, he couldn't think of any need to build fortifications.

"I don't know." Wu Wenzhou smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Anyway, the four exits of the town are blocked now. Although people can go in and out, goods can't pass through. We can't let them tear down the roadblocks and bunkers."

Although this was a safe zone, it was still in the wasteland. He didn't dare to leave the goods here, and the people ran out.

When the goods are lost, there will be no room for reasoning.

But there is actually no need to go out.

It was not an exception like the bone-chewing tribe. Most of the predators were head-butted by the settlements, and accidents could only happen in some small villages.

There are so many mercenaries and caravans here, there is no need to worry about safety issues at all.

"Are we just waiting here?" Luo Yu couldn't help but frowned, remembering the advice given to him by the guy named Bai Shark.

If he is delayed on the road for one more day, his one hundred thousand silver coins will increase the risk of being wasted for one day.

It looked like he was about to reach his destination, and he really didn't want to let go at this juncture.

Wu Wenzhou sighed helplessly.

"At present, there is no better way... Anyway, it's only three days, so just wait."

"Of course, although their reasons are reasonable, we can't just let them do it for no reason. I will go to other merchants to discuss it later, and they will have to give us an explanation."

After a pause, he continued.

If the barricades are still not removed after three days, they can unite to put pressure on local residents and the town hall.

Of course, this is a last resort.

If possible, he really didn't want to conflict with the locals. Hope Town was already one of the few relatively safe and reliable settlements on this trade road.

When he spent the night in some small settlements, he would usually sleep with his pistol hidden under his pillow, but here, he could sleep soundly by locking the door.

"...I'll go look around, maybe I'll find some clues."

With that said, Luo Yu pushed away the chair and stood up.

The thought of wasting three days in this small town made him feel uncomfortable. He might as well go out and look for it now to see if there was anything he could do to pass the time.

Wu Wenzhou nodded.

"Go ahead and be back before dark."

After walking out of the hotel, Luo Yu stood on the street. He glanced around and found that the town was surprisingly large. It was completely different from his first impression last night. It was probably home to more than a thousand people.

There are many merchants and mercenaries who are stranded here like them, and they are all gathered near the hotel now to exchange what they heard.

It might be a good idea to talk to them.

However, just when Luo Yu was about to walk over, he suddenly realized awkwardly that he was actually not a particularly sociable person.

Forget about NPCs.

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In fact, he has relatively few contacts with players.

He has been playing this game for a while, but he is only familiar with Brother Mosquito and his teammates in the ground corps, and then knows some of Brother Mosquito’s acquaintances.

Before raising Xiaoyu, he often played solo.

Just when he was thinking about how to calmly walk over and discuss the topic, and then extract information from the mouths of those old fritters, a familiar voice suddenly came from the side.

"Luo Yu?!"

I didn’t expect there were acquaintances in this shabby place.

When Luo Yu heard someone calling his name in Mandarin, he turned around subconsciously, and then he saw a familiar face, and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Should I blanch it?"

"Why are you here?!"

(PS: I have been coughing for two weeks and my voice is almost gone. Now my words sound like bubbles. I have successfully given up the habit of talking to myself when writing code)