This Game Is Too Realistic

Just when the Duke of Galawa was thinking about whether to send some people to the front line to collect the loot, the military column from Dawn City had already crossed the junction of the river valley and Jinchuan in a majestic manner, accompanied by rumbling sounds. The sound crossed the river rushing through the mountains from the steel bridge.

Next to the rebuilt Chenchen Town, people working in the suburbs saw the white smoke in the distance. They all put down their work and looked in the direction of the train.

I saw that the pallet was dragging a series of artillery pieces with a cold light, as well as trucks painted in military green.

As for other fully enclosed carriages, although you can't see what's inside, the chilling atmosphere can be clearly felt from several kilometers away.

However, no one was panicked by the chilling air.

In the Jinhe City area, the alliance flag is a symbol of order, and the rumbling sound of steel collision brings them more sense of security than fear or death.

Those were the same people who drove away the raiders, slavers, and mutants from here!

He even helped them rebuild their homes!

The eyes of the pairs of eyes staring at the train all glowed with eagerness and hope.

"That car..."

"It's the alliance's military column!"

"The brothers of the Alliance are back!"

"So many cannons! Are they going to fight somewhere again?"

"My God, the Great Horned Deer! And the respected Great Horned Rat... I hope they return safely."

The entrance to Dust Town.

Mayor Qin Baitian came in a hurry, his face full of excitement, his hand on crutches couldn't help trembling, he looked at the train and muttered.

"The Great Horned Deer God and the Great Horned Rat are back!"

Since the reconstruction of Dust Town was completed, the three gods they worshiped in the ancestral hall left a note and left the town without saying goodbye.

The note said that in order to save this declining world, they had to spread their faith further afield.

If you encounter trouble that cannot be solved, you can go to Dawn City to find those guys in blue coats, who are as enthusiastic as them.

The note also said.

[...We will come back one day, there is no need to miss us. Follow the path that has been illuminated and you are us. 】

Until the train disappeared into the distant sky, Mayor Qin still didn't see the familiar figure appear.

There was a little bit of loss in his eyes, but it was just loss, and more of a blessing.

Maybe the time has not come yet...

They will keep in mind the teachings of those three adults and continue to walk along the road that is already full of sunshine.

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Singularity City.

The sound of rumbling came from afar, and the people working in the fields raised their heads and looked towards the train station, only to see that the train did not stop at the platform, but continued to drive towards the south without slowing down. go.

Kong Lingkai, who was working in the field, raised his head. His face, which had been hollowed out by alcohol, was covered with sweat, and his dry lips were slightly blue, looking like he was dying.

It's not that anyone forced him, it was purely the rules of the Singularity Domain that were laid out there.

Living standards are linked to the completion of production tasks. Production tasks are delegated to each level of the district, team, and group, and are assessed downwards one level at a time.

If you want to live a comfortable life, you have to work hard. Only the best production team can use the most advanced production tools in the district, and only the best production team can be allocated the most resources in the team. And if you want to be a team leader, you have to be the most outstanding individual in the group.

Of course, you can leave it out, but you won't be hit by shoes like you used to in a real farm. It will just hinder the production tasks of other team members and even other groups. You can't run away if the captain wears small shoes and boils the green wheat every day.

If you want to live a truly comfortable life, you have to become a team leader, captain, or even district leader.

It's a pity that even with all his strength, he can't defeat those guys who were once serfs. so that he

The former servants became team leaders, and in turn ordered him to do this and that, but he was still the one wielding a hoe.

However, this struggle is not without its benefits. Even if he exerts all his strength, he still can't be as good as the team leader. His body is much better now than last year. At least he has got rid of the stinky problems such as Lei Fang's liver and athlete's foot. Cured.

Occasionally, he would think that if it didn't work out, he would just leave the farm. Anyway, the farmer named Hanshuang never prohibited anyone from leaving here, and he even left a captain before.

But when I think about leaving, I can’t come back. It might not be better than here in the wasteland, and he couldn't help but feel frightened. Finally, he gritted his teeth and decided to endure it.

The same goes for Ma Hechang next to him.

He originally expected the alliance to "appoint people on their own merits". After all, he was a bit thin-faced as a mayor. He was able to go to Singularity City and work as a captain, but he didn't want to have to compete with those mud-legged people for work. He suddenly felt... A feeling of being cheated.

These people don't respect talent as much as they say they do!

Being able to become a high-ranking person in a town makes me look more elite than Liu Youxiong who can't even speak clearly and only knows how to hunt!

In the end, that guy became the team leader. This AI's brain must be broken.

If he hadn't thought that if he left here, the hardships during this period would be in vain, and no one would remember the merits of the citizens of Hope Town who surrendered. He even thought of simply leaving and going to work in Shuguang City. Come on!

"Speaking of which, where does this railway lead to?" Kong Lingkai muttered as he looked at the train going further and further away.

Glancing at the direction the train was leaving, Ma Hechang looked resentful.

"Who knows... they've been repairing that crap thing since last year. If they keep repairing it at their speed, they will probably be able to repair it to the edge of Jinchuan Province."

"You mean the mansion?" Kong Lingkai looked at him in surprise.

On the edge of Jinchuan Province, isn't it the Weifu Plain?

He had heard of it.

The former Weifu Plain was actually Weifu City, but that city disappeared even more completely than Jinhe City, with nothing but endless wasteland being piles of concrete.

There is a settlement called "Fuzhuang", which is built on the "Wei River" next to the old site of Weifu City. It is located more than 100 kilometers south of Mafu Town.

The scale there is larger than that of Pinecone Wood Farm. I heard that there are nearly 100,000 people there, but I don’t know if it’s a lie or it’s true.

Since last year or the year before last, it has become the territory of the Torch Church, and it even started growing Nagoya fruits earlier than Boss Zhao’s Pinecone Farm.

Then for a long time, there was no news there.

There seemed to be a fog, and after the wind blew away the fog, the entire settlement disappeared.

He only heard from the merchants and wastelanders who came to Hope Town that the master of the mansion and the whole family had converted to the faith of the Torch, followed in the footsteps of the bishop, and brought a group of family members, servants and retainers with them. The serfs moved to the Haiyia Province to build the "Kingdom of Heaven" in the new era.

But everyone knows that the further south you go, the closer you are to the mutant territory.

It is difficult to say whether those people are still alive, and even if they are alive, how many are left...

"It's probably...aren't they the mortal enemies of mutants? They're probably looking for those beasts."

Ma Hechang smacked his lips, ignored the train that was moving away, and continued working in the field with his head buried.

go to hell.

It's best if both waves of beasts die there.

The noble people and the ugly people have perished together, and only then can a new era belonging to them truly come!

Ma Hechang cursed in his heart and vented his resentment on the hoe in his hand and the soil under his feet.

He doesn't deny that those guys are noble people, but being noble doesn't mean being likeable.

These are two different things!

In comparison, the Wilantes he had heard about in rumors sounded more likable...

At the same time, the mansion of Pinecone Wood Farm stood

Yin Yin looked at the direction of the train from the rooftop balcony.

Unknowingly, more than half a year has passed.

Since his physical body died, he has been replaced by a bionic human body. She found that she had lost her sensitivity to time. It was like a moment of distraction, and a long, long time had actually passed around me. However, after I came back to my senses, I could easily recall what happened during this time.

It feels like sitting in the audience watching a movie without an ending.

Even now that she has walked out of that sanctuary, the whole world still seems to be separated from her by a layer of glass. She could clearly see every detail in her field of vision, but she couldn't really get close to it.

Perhaps the old man named Luo Gan looked down on the world from this perspective...

It seems that people are no longer human beings, but just chess pieces that can be manipulated to achieve their goals.

Her pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and she stared at the direction where the wisp of white smoke disappeared, and her thin lips moved softly.

"Master Manager...that gentleman's people are back."

"uh-huh!"

Standing next to Yinyin, Hanshuang, who was wearing a maid uniform, had a charming and confident smile on his face, but the words he bit into his mouth were not polite at all.

"Looks like those scum that are worse than cockroaches are in trouble!"

To it, humans are like its children. Those things that eat people without spitting out bones, aren't they just scum in the eyes of this old mother?

It's a pity that its own combat ability is not outstanding, and it can only be useful in systematic operations.

Otherwise, it really wants to take matters into its own hands and cut off the necks of those degenerated organisms.

Eclipse looked at it expressionlessly and said in a voice without waves.

"We have to mobilize supplies as soon as possible and send a batch there. The frontline will need them soon."

When Singularity City was rebuilt last year, the managers confessed their plans for this year to them.

Although the war started half a year earlier than expected, they were not unprepared.

Even since the wave in Qingquan City ended at the beginning of the year and the Southern Construction Corps went to Jinchuan Province to prepare for war, this settlement has been preparing for the war that is destined to come.

Including building materials for building fortifications, supplies needed by frontline soldiers, isolation areas to accommodate patients who have failed, etc.

They not only want to eliminate the torch, but also eliminate the plague left by the torch on that land, and completely destroy the "heaven" soaked in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​bones.

"Yes!" Hanshuang nodded vigorously, with a bright smile on his face, "I have received the manager's list. There are a lot of supplies in the warehouse. Send them all!"

Sun Eclipse was stunned for a moment: "It doesn't matter... people here also have to eat."

Hanshuang snapped his fingers, the smile on his face unchanged. "That's what I mean! Eclipse, you have to be more flexible, not too rigid!"

Solar Eclipse: "..."

During a journey of 1,500 kilometers in total, the military train from Dawn City crossed plains and jungles, turned left and right, and finally reached the border of Jinhe Province.

There are already layers of mountains in the distance.

After crossing the mountain in front, turn right and you will see the death-filled seashore, and turn left and you will see the vibrant Baiyue Jungle. Passing through large forests and mountains, you can even go all the way to the picturesque French Fries Port, and see the legs swaying with the breath of life - oh no, the sea.

I really envy the brothers of the Burning Legion...

Holding the sausage bought from Groom Town in his hand, he looked out the window at the debt-ridden people and couldn't help but yawned, thinking that the time spent hanging up was too long.

"How long do we have?"

"It's almost time," the boy at the construction site and Zhuan looked at the map, then looked out the window, and said while stroking their chins, "After the Wei River, there is Shifeng Mountain, which stretches for eighty miles along the Bone Road, and behind it is the home of the Torch Church. "

I heard that the eighty-mile mountain road is not called the White Bone Road, but the Xuefeng Road.

But then a group of mutants who eat people but don't spit out bones went there, and...

After setting up camp on the mountain, the survivors called the snow peak covered with snow all year round the Blood Peak, and the broken snow covering the mountain road the White Bones. In short, there are many mutant nests hidden in the Shifeng Mountain, and according to the consistent practice of the Torch Church, they will probably make peace with the mutants and use the technology of the Prosperity Era to arm the mutants.

For example, helping them deliver babies and breed them, making prosthetics that mutants can also use, biological power armor, etc. No matter how they despise the enemy strategically, they must give these guys enough attention tactically. Otherwise it is easy to suffer big losses.

Liability Big Eyes sighed.

"My children are so hungry that they will rebel if I don't eat."

[Midnight with an umbrella but no knife] who was sitting next door came over and said with a smile.

"Aren't they your wives?"

The debtor rolled his eyes and made a motion to catch flies with a sausage skewer.

"roll roll roll."

After passing Mafu Town, further south is a deserted wilderness. It was not until the deepest part of the wilderness that the members of the Death Corps saw a wisp of human smoke. That is the station of the Southern Construction Corps and the true southern terminus of the entire railway. The composition of this force is quite complex, including survivors who volunteered, members of the "Iron Tower" organization, and criminals who have undergone labor reform.

At the beginning of the year, the alliance launched a severe crackdown on the slums outside Boulder City, sending troops to completely eliminate the gang members hiding in the slums, and sent the captured people to the mines in Qingshi County to receive training and labor reform, and then returned. Formed into a punishment battalion and sent to the forefront of the resistance wave.

In the battle against the wave, their bravery was recognized by the Jushicheng Militia Regiment. After the wave ended, the administrators incorporated the survivors into the Southern Construction Corps, and sent them to Jinchuan Province to build roads and bridges together with other criminals who were still undergoing labor reform, in preparation for the upcoming "War in Heaven." Prepare.

After half a year of preparation, this construction corps of nearly 4,000 people not only completed the railway through the wilderness, but also built a large military base on the north side of the Wei River that can accommodate 100,000 people, and excavated the position. Numerous trenches, machine gun bunkers, and other defensive bunkers.

Naturally, the enemies in the south would not just watch the Alliance dig holes and build roads here. Every now and then, they would gather mutant troops and launch a wave of raids across the Wei River towards the positions of the Southern Construction Corps. Even just two months ago, a team of thousands of mutants came to kill him!

The greenskins wielding clubs and rifles looked like a rabble, but when it came to fighting, their skills were unambiguous. Even the weakest mutants are physically stronger than ordinary survivors. Even if their hearts are punctured, they can continue to fight with their killing instincts, and can even heal fatal wounds with their powerful recovery abilities.

If you want to kill them completely, you can only crush their heads and smear their brains on the ground, or use a 19mm bolt gun to completely blow up the left half of their chests, leaving no chance for the rotten flesh there. Grow before the blood dries up. It is obviously impossible to defeat the mutants with only a construction corps of less than 4,000 people. Even if there are strong enough bunkers and fixed weapons with fierce firepower, it is destined to be a difficult and bloody battle. But fortunately, the league that put them in the wilderness didn't really give up on them.

When the attack occurred, almost all of the more than 300 players active in this area received the mission and rushed over. Relying on a fierce fighting style that was more unafraid of death than the mutants, the three hundred players finally defeated the mutants who crossed the Wei River with their friendly forces at the cost of nearly annihilating the group. It was also that battle that completely inflicted pain on the mutant tribe on the mountain. For two months in a row, there were no large-scale attacks, only harassment by small forces.

Obviously, those mutants are not really afraid of death. When they encounter someone who is more ruthless than themselves, they will still feel hesitant and fearful, and even cower.

but--

Another possibility is not ruled out. They were not afraid, but realized that this hard bone was not easy to crack, so they secretly accumulated strength and planned to play a big game at the critical moment...

At the same time that the top of Shifeng Mountain came into view of the players, the military column dragging white smoke also entered the sight of the greenskins on the mountain. A pair of eyes as big as copper bells were suddenly filled with bloodlust and ferocity, and with a loud howl, green heads suddenly emerged from the caves and cracks.

A giant mutant who was more than three meters tall strode in front of the minions. His face was ugly and ferocious, with a mutilated flag hanging behind his back and a mallet-like shotgun in his hand. Under his muscular shoulders, his entire calf to the soles of his feet had been transformed into mechanical beast feet. The sharp claws protruding outward are like daggers.

His name is Gray, and he is the captain of the Stone Horn Tribe. Anyone with a name on Shifeng Mountain is either a cunning fox or a first-rate ruthless character.

"Train! From the Alliance!"

Gray let out an excited howl and raised the shotgun above his head.

"It's full of big, hard stuff. The torch lets us smash it! Burn it down and kill it all! Steal it all!"

Hearing the majestic and powerful roar, a group of shirtless minions shouted excitedly.

"Roar--!"

The endless battles were beating on the mountain top like war drums, and in a moment a sparse team of about a thousand people was called out. In addition to the strong greenskins, there are also some dwarfs who are only as high as the knees of ordinary mutants, and they are all following the big guys in a hurry.

side. They are also mutants, and even their DNA is almost the same as that of green-skinned mutants. It's just that the stooped and short bodies are close to being disabled. Just looking at their appearance, people can't think of mutants at all.

Since mutants were not reproducing fast enough, the Church of the Torch used biological technology to redesign the genome expression sequence of some mutants and developed this hunchbacked "new gadget" at the expense of shortening their lifespan.

Unlike those purebred mutants, these short guys reproduce and develop very quickly, usually giving birth in five or six months, and a litter can usually give birth to three or four babies.

Although they do not have the terrifying recovery ability and powerful physical ability of mutants, they age extremely quickly, and their births are bloody, they can rely on natural reproduction to form sufficient combat effectiveness in a short period of time.

Players active in the southern part of Jinchuan Province call them goblins to distinguish them from the green skins of the "classic skin". The operator of "Wasteland OL" continued to use this title and updated it in the setting set.

In fact, not to mention outsiders, even the mutants themselves do not admit that these weak guys are mutants, and mostly call them "dwarfs" and "ugly things." Due to their incomplete brain development, they are often even stupider than mutants, and their habits are closer to beasts, just like the dogs raised by mutants.

However, their short size is more suitable for traveling in the mountains, and their slender fingers can do some errands and even pull gun ropes, which may not be as useful as the clone cannon fodder carefully designed by the Wilantes.

The reason why the mutants on Shifeng Mountain allowed this group of short things to stay in their lair was because they could help with some things and didn't have much meat on their bones.

Just when a group of green-skinned mutants were rushing down the mountain, they didn't notice a fat, gray rat lying on the back of a rock staring at them, with a VM wrapped around it like a belt. On his belly.

As early as a few days ago, before the brothers of the Death Corps set out, he had been eyeing these guys.

"Hey, hey, hey, this is a difficult place. The mutants on Shifeng Mountain are coming down the mountain. They saw you from a long way away, and they are probably running towards you!"

"Haha, then they picked the wrong opponent!" A hearty reply came from the communication channel. That voice was none other than the leader of the Death Corps, Brother Edgewater.

Listening to the voice on the other end of the communication channel, this guy seems to be eager to give it a try.

After a half-second of silence for the mutants who were descending the mountain, he forced himself to continue speaking.

"Trash guy is already waiting at the bottom of the mountain, ready to join you at any time... That guy said he plans to show you a trick, but it seems you don't lack his one either."

Edge Paddling replied with a smile.

"How could it be? He's welcome to support me! But please tell Brother Junk for me not to rush into action yet, and to stand a little further away."

He was stunned for a moment and asked.

"What are you doing?"

He made a sound while paddling on the edge.

"We got two big guns from the Velant people, and the managers gave them to us directly! The caliber of those things is larger than the ones on the Heart of Steel. My brothers have never seen the world, and they are all clamoring for them. Let’s try firing a cannon, and let’s try it on those enemies who came down from the mountain.”

"Good guy, that 902 cannon?!"

The strong man clicked his tongue in surprise, "You brought it with you in the first battle?"

"What if? Keep it until it lays eggs."

"Hahaha, okay, I'll tell Mr. Garbage to stop rushing in..."

After hanging up the communication, he stretched out his sharp nails and scratched twice on the VM screen, trying to contact the garbage picker level 99, but the call lasted for a long time and there was no response.

"Weird."

The strong man scratched his head, grunted and looked down the mountain, but could not see the guy.

What did this piece of shit do?

Just when he was wondering where Mr. Garbage had gone, a certain large lizard was lying in a reed swamp on the south side of the Wei River. Those amber pupils were fixed intently on the group of green-skinned guys swimming across the river, and their thick nostrils blew circles of imperceptible ripples on the water. As for the wrist-mounted computer that was in the way, he had long ago thrown it on the shore.

Although the Wei River is a hundred meters wide, it is not too deep. The deepest point in the center of the river is only three or four meters, and the places where the reeds grow on both sides of the river are only one or two meters deep, and the water flow is not too fast. So even if there is no bridge, it is not difficult to cross.

Needless to say, these greenskins, who are often two or three meters tall, can cross the river with a single lift of their weapons. The short goblins looked anxious and had to carry rafts to row across, or let them pass by. The big guys carried themselves over.

Seeing that the group of green-skinned guys were almost touching the other side of the river, just when Jun Jun was about to move over and kill them by surprise, a deafening roar suddenly came from the distance.

The sound was like thunder on the ground.

Although it came from many kilometers away, it shook the calm river surface.

The garbage-picking level 99 was slightly startled. Like the mutants standing in the river, they stared blankly in the direction of the sound.

"...What the hell?" Jun Jun whispered, but an ominous premonition quietly crept into his heart.

At the same time, as the military column braked midway, the smoke floating above the 902 cannon slowly dispersed to the side.

Riding the edge of the Death Claw, he jumped out of the carriage first, holding up the 20-caliber "rifle" and yelling at the brothers who were also ready to go.

"Bros--"

"Follow me!"

"Bring glory back to Dawn City! Bring death to our enemies!"

The surroundings of the military column instantly erupted into roars of great morale.

Whether it was the player riding on the back of the Death Claw or the Death Claw being ridden by the players, they all roared at the same time as the gunfire rang out.

"For the Alliance!"

"Long live the manager!"

"Crush them!"

"Ouch!"

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