This Game Is Too Realistic

"All the potatoes are gone."

"!!"

"sad."

"Damn business."

"Ideal city, a loser."

“The barbecue rice is good, recommended.”

"Taste it."

"..."

"It's really good."

"good!"

"really not bad."

"satisfy."

"!!!"

…

The entrance to the cafeteria.

A group of soldiers from the 100th Mountain Division were dumbfounded as they looked at the Alphas who were busy working.

"Good guy, three bowls for one person?!"

"Are these guys all pigs?!"

Seeing these guys devouring their food, a young man couldn't help but swallow.

"Why does this smell so good?"

While he was still hesitating, a group of young men next to him had already eagerly moved forward.

"Make a bowl and try it..."

"I'll have a bowl too."

"Wait for me!"

Before long, a long line formed in front of the food.

People from the Free State and other settlements saw the people from Ideal City lining up there and followed behind to join in the fun.

As we all know, the food in Ideal City is the best, and the food that makes the residents of Ideal City queue up is also delicious in the world.

No matter how many dishes the cafeteria prepares in advance, it can't accommodate tens of thousands of people gathering together to order just a few dishes.

Just like that, following an inexplicable trend, everyone finished up a large plate of barbecue in a short time.

Those who got the rice ate with gusto, while the rest were swallowing their saliva.

A group of people just waited.

Some people who couldn't wait ordered something else to fill their stomachs and found that the taste was surprisingly good, so they were even more looking forward to the signature dish.

Today’s victim is the cumin-flavored bulgogi bibimbap.

But surprisingly, it is not the barbecue that is out of stock, but the barbecue sauce and cumin for bibimbap...

…

"Eat, eat, eat, you losers know how to eat all day long! What else will you do besides eating!"

In the open space outside the military base, a line of depressed and disgraced soldiers stood.

Several rat tribe members wanted to speak but did not dare, so they could only hold their heads in silence.

Everything the officer said is right.

They themselves feel that they are not material for war, so just scold them.

But the problem is that they didn’t eat either!

The meal cards of the rice cooks in Ideal City are 3,000 silver coins, while their meal cards are only 100 silver coins.

The reason why there is 100 is because there is a minimum recharge threshold for opening a card, and you cannot get it below this number.

Thank God for this threshold otherwise they would have no doubt that General Babita would not even give them 100 silver coins.

There is no red soil to eat here, and there are not even villages where you can rob. The grooms who sell goods on horses seem to be more capable than them...

Seeing how hopeless these guys were, General Babita was so angry that he wanted to pull off the belt attached to his belly and whip them twice.

These people are all under the command of Commander Modric, the same guys who escaped from the position yesterday.

But what made him angry was not entirely the cowardice of these guys that killed Captain Modric, but another thing that happened yesterday.

At that time, he was dining in the canteen of the military camp, and happened to see the army's airship commander, General Liam.

Based on the position that both parties were allies, he immediately came over with a plate. He wanted to say hello with a smile, but he was scolded before he even sat down.

"It's so fucking useless. Is that what that idiot McClun taught you? What a shame! You might as well not do it! I can kill more with one cannon than you can kill in half an hour! Bah, It hasn’t lasted half an hour, it’s not as good as my clones can fight!”

That guy's voice was unusually loud, and the whole cafeteria could hear him.

Inexplicably taking the blame, Babita's face turned blue and white.

Although this guy was scolding McClun, he still felt aggrieved in his heart.

He didn't even blame this guy, he threw the cannonball on the head of Commander Modric before he could retreat.

However, the Wilantes were His Majesty's friends. In the end, he did not dare to talk back. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he walked away dejectedly with the plate in hand.

no way.

When he was angry outside, he could only take out his anger on his own people.

After roaring for a long time, General Babita took a few breaths, unscrewed the bottle cap, took a drink of water, and cursed a few more times.

"...What a bunch of trash! Rats are indeed rats. It's unrealistic to expect you to win the battle. You might as well plant something here to save some food!"

As he spoke, he waved his index finger, shook his head and turned away.

Upon seeing this, the officer standing nearby quickly stepped forward, took his place, stood in front of the group of rat soldiers, and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Starting from today! I am your commander Kumar! Since you are not good at being soldiers, then return the guns to His Majesty and go farm! This wasteland under your feet is your mission. I need you to turn this wasteland Dig up the land and plant cabbage and potatoes here! This is your last chance to prove that you are still useful!"

When hundreds of soldiers heard this, they looked at each other, exchanging confused glances, and were at a loss for a moment.

Farming?

Are you kidding me?

They came to fight, not to be farmers.

However, Babita obviously wasn't joking with them. She walked to a rented truck and waved.

A dozen soldiers following him immediately jumped on the truck and dragged down the bundles of sacks containing hoes and shovels. After a while, they piled up into a hill on the ground.

This guy was obviously prepared and even bought tools for digging the ground.

But looking at the old look, it's probably a second-hand item that was discarded in some settlement.

The captain named Macul pointed to the shovels and shovels on the ground and roared with great force.

"Everyone has three acres of land! Give me at least half an acre today!"

"When do you finish your work! When do you go to eat!"

…

Under the captain's scolding, a group of malnourished soldiers could only bite the bullet and start working with hoes.

Most of them come from western Borneo.

The land was filled with noble manors and farms, and the people living there were either slaves or serfs. Even the few free people went to work on the plantations of the nobles.

It is precisely because of this that farming is not a difficult job for them. It is just a matter of experience and lack of experience.

Several Death Corps players looked at it from a distance, all with strange expressions on their faces.

"...Good guy, is this empire's expeditionary force ready?"

Just lost one game and that’s it.

Not so much...

Looking at the construction site boy and Brick with surprised expressions on their faces, he touched his chin with big eyes in deep thought, and spoke after a moment.

"I think this is not a good thing."

The boy and Zhuan at the construction site looked at him blankly.

"Why?"

Liability gave him a meaningful look with his big eyes.

"If you are on the front line now, and behind you are these guys, do you think it is better to have them or not to have them?"

The boy at the construction site thought for a while with Brick, and then suddenly exclaimed "fuck".

It seems to make sense!

He would rather face the mutants alone than with a bunch of unreliable guys standing behind him.

Just as the two were talking, a familiar strange laugh came from behind.

"Haha, I knew this would happen! So I have solved this problem for you!"

Hearing this sound, the two of them looked back and saw that it was Brother Mosquito.

"mosquito?!"

"Aren't you on the southern front? Why are you here?"

Hooking his arms around the shoulders of the two men and patting them, Mosquito looked up at the imperial soldiers wielding hoes and said with a smile.

"I'm just wandering around...hehe, I'm here to expand my business, answer the call of the manager, make some extra money or something."

The latter is the point.

It would be good if an average player could fully exploit the benefits of one line, but a high-level player like him would naturally not be satisfied with the benefits of one line.

The boy at the construction site and Brick: "Good guy, haven't you made enough money from that little Thunder Plane?"

Mosquito waved his hand and sighed.

"That one doesn't make much money... Damn it, those design institutes that do reverse engineering have made most of it, and we only make a fraction of it."

Seeing how this guy was in need of a beating, the debt-ridden guy couldn't help but complain.

"Be content with yourself. What else have you done besides coming up with ideas?"

Mosquito rolled his eyes: "Are you going to set up a factory for free? Do you think the production lines fall from the sky? There are also some that are ruined. The successful ones are called Thunder, and the unsuccessful ones don't even have official numbers."

In order to make that vertical take-off and landing plasma engine fighter, his brother Luo Yu fell to his death countless times.

That's really miserable.

However, he just complained about how little he earned, not really complaining.

After all, if it were an unprofitable transaction, he wouldn't do it. At most, he would just spend money on it.

Moreover, only when the scientific expedition team makes money can they pay the players who are doing the task of recovering the relics, unlock more technologies, and form a virtuous industry-research cycle.

The young man at the construction site said to Brick: "No more nonsense, tell me what kind of business you are eyeing."

The debtor Daeyes who came back to his senses also asked curiously: "Yes, I almost forgot because you interrupted me. What problem did you just say you helped us solve? What was it?"

Mosquito squinted his eyes, smiled, pointed at the truck in the distance and said.

"That's what I sold to them."

When the two heard this, they were immediately shocked.

"What the hell?!"

"You are ruining military discipline!"

"What do you mean by ruining military discipline? Does that mean thing deserve to be called an army? It can't even defeat the goblins!" Mosquito rolled his eyes, "I'll tie them up here, and you can have some fun."

Big Eyes and the construction site guy exchanged glances with strange expressions, thinking that it seemed to make sense.

Although it's a bit unreasonable.

The boy at the construction site and Bian said with some emotion: "But Babita really dares to buy it..."

Mosquito said with a smile.

"What are you afraid of buying? I didn't sell them broken ones, just some old things."

And this is the first train, just for the deserters to use first. The train behind is still carrying thousands of items!

This thing is sold by the pound in Dawn City, and it is as obsolete as the sewing machine.

Looking at the two people who looked surprised, Mosquito continued.

"I made a calculation with that guy. This battle will take at least a few months, and the food expenses will not be small. In this kind of land, the output in one season is at least 700 or 800 silver coins, right? One person can open up three acres of wasteland, and twenty thousand people can open up at least 60,000 acres of land. That’s an output value of tens of millions of silver coins! Is it a loss to spend hundreds of thousands of silver coins to buy some shovels? It’s a hell of a profit!”

Sixty thousand acres is 40 square kilometers, a piece of land of 5 × 8 kilometers.

The entire Weifu City is an uninhabited land, with tens of thousands of square kilometers of desolate land. It is not easy to find a piece of land that can be cultivated along the upper reaches of the Wei River.

The work of opening up wasteland is a bit difficult. At that time, we can sell a dozen more trucks for moving earth and tractors for plowing to these guys.

If they need it.

But the two people standing in front of him were concerned about another thing.

"How much can you earn from one acre of land in one season?? What a joke!"

The construction site boy and Brick's eyes widened, as did the debtor's big eyes, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

"Ahem, ignore the fact that there are so many fertilizers, pesticides and seeds. Maybe there are more! I remember that the alliance's agricultural subsidies are basically in these three items, but that is not the point."

Mosquito chuckled and continued.

“The key point is that after they have reclaimed the land and are ready to start planting, I can sell these three items to them and then make another profit!”

Naturally, there are no subsidies for things sold as export products.

However, he won't increase the price too much, and will even sell it to them at a slightly cheaper price than the market price.

After all, I am not a fool, and I don’t have to buy it from him. If it is too expensive, I will buy it from someone else.

The boy at the construction site and Bian obviously thought of this as they touched their chins and muttered.

"Fertilizers, seeds and pesticides for tens of thousands of acres of land... Damn it, that costs millions of silver coins, right?"

"How many millions? The profit is about the same."

Mosquito chuckled and continued slowly.

"It's not over yet. When the crops in the fields grow, they will have to find someone to sell them to, right?"

Debt was stunned for a moment.

"Can't it be sold to the canteen?"

Mosquito looked at him like he was an idiot.

"How is that possible! That's the canteen of a military base, not the canteen at your doorstep! They have their own supply chain. I'm afraid the contract has been signed before the seeds are sown. How can I buy such a temporary plant? thing?"

When he said this, a smile gradually appeared on his face.

"I bet these fools won't be able to sell it! Then I'll break their bones and take them away... Believe it or not, this artificially cultivated 'organic crop' may not be as mass-produced as the one imported from Luoxia Province. The goods are still cheap.”

In fact, in this way, General Babita can also make a little money.

After all, its labor cost is approximately 0, which means it is a pain for those rat tribe animals.

But it's not completely miserable. Working at the rear is much better than going to the front to grind meat.

According to Sisi’s updated post on the official website, except for the directly subordinate central army and the several armies aided by the Wilantes in Borneo Province, the local troops controlled by the nobles all implement feudal supply methods. .

That is, the emperor spends money and the general spends money.

Including the procurement of logistical supplies and the payment of military pay, etc., everything is handled by the latter.

Although the empire's expeditionary force has received training from the legion, after all, it is too far away from the empire's logistics system, and the "infrastructure access" of the production facilities is too low, and it cannot even be transported to Silver Moon Bay, so they still use direct payment. old way.

Mosquito has already fully understood this point, otherwise he wouldn't have found a new way to target this fat man who seems to have little oil and water but is actually fat when everyone is staring at the three companies, the enterprise, the army, and the academy. Fat sheep.

Both looked at him with wide eyes.

Good guy.

What an expert...

"This dog coin is too bad!" Liability Big Eye couldn't help but sigh, "Hang it on a street lamp!"

"How are you talking?" Mosquito rolled his eyes at this guy, "If I don't spend money for them, won't they just take the money back in their pockets? Is this appropriate!"

The boy at the construction site and Brick didn't want to hear it, they just sighed like Big Eye.

"The bad one is smoking!"

mosquito:"……@#% # !"

At this moment, neither the rat soldiers who were busy swinging their hoes nor the players watching the excitement noticed that several soldiers from the Free State in the distance were also looking at this side curiously, whispering something to each other.

On the tarmac in the distance, four more killer whale transport planes landed with blue arcs of light.

A group of strong men carrying large and small bags walked out of the cabin with their heads held high.

They all wore lime-gray painted exoskeletons, and the design of the humanoid-style equipment looked like products from Ideal City, but the darker tone didn't look like the "Pioneer I" appearance of the 100th Mountain Division. The bones are so shiny.

General Modlin, who was standing next to the airport and smoking a cigarette, glanced at these people and grinned slightly.

"It seems that the soft-footed shrimps on the east coast are also capable of fighting."

He is the captain of the 310,000th team. He commanded the battle the day before yesterday. He has seen with his own eyes how difficult it is for those green-skinned mutants and the goblins they raise.

The Torch Church used the technology of the Prosperity Era to force the group of barbarians to a height that they could not reach originally. Even though it was not the first time for his subordinates to fight against mutants, they still felt a little bit of difficulty.

It is precisely because of this that although the equipment of the 100th Mechanized Mountain Division is indeed good, he is not optimistic about those losers at all.

If 10 points is a perfect score, the individual qualities displayed by those people are only 4 points at most.

Because some of the details were too amateurish, he couldn't help but suspect that those guys were not a standing army at all, but a group of new recruits who were pulled out to make up the numbers. They were not even as capable as the wastelanders from the River Valley Province. .

But these guys who just got off the plane looked like soldiers.

Perhaps these talents are the real elite of the enterprise.

"Those are mercenaries from Yunjian Province," the adjutant standing next to him smiled, but with a trace of disapproval on his face, "They are just a group of guys who work hard for money."

"No matter why you risk your life, those who dare to risk their lives are ruthless people," Modlin threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it and crushed it with his boots, and said indifferently, "Don't underestimate them."

Just as the group of soldiers were walking towards the barracks, at the shooting range not far away, a group of young men from the 1st Battalion and 2nd Company of the 100th Mountain Division were receiving final training before going on the field.

They held G9 assault rifles in their hands and were firing at the green targets.

Equipped with the most sophisticated optical sights and with noise reduction on their helmets, they were all sharpshooters. Only one or two shots missed the target occasionally, and almost all of their guns hit the bullseye.

However, the instructor wearing a military green vest walking behind them was obviously not satisfied with this result.

His face was as black as iron, and he yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Cheer up your spirits!"

"Your opponents are mutants who eat people but don't spit out bones! And they're green-skinned guys!"

"They are stronger, more patient, and crueler than those fish-men with scales! If you fall into their hands, don't expect to pay a ransom and go home. It's better to pray that they give you a happy life! "

These young men have long been accustomed to that rough roar.

But there were also some show-offs who emptied their magazines in advance and yelled.

"You're right, sir! But we won't fall into the hands of those idiots—"

Before he could finish his words, he was kicked on the butt, and he fell down on the table, almost turning over and falling into the shooting range.

The instructor grabbed the back of his neck and lifted him in front of him like a chicken.

"Report before you speak!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Let you shout a report!"

"Report! Report!"

Looking at the fearful look in his eyes, the instructor narrowed his eyes slightly.

He is a soldier of the 26th Commando. He once followed the Cloud Team to follow the Trailblazer's footprints and signals, all the way from the Yunjian Province to the Great Desert.

Unlike these guys who sign up for the front line after playing "chicken" twice, he has not only seen what the wasteland is like, he has seen what those mutants are like, and he has also seen what those unlucky guys killed by mutants are like. What it looks like.

But he didn't say anything, he just gave the trembling guy a meaningful look, and then dropped his hand holding the man's collar.

Looking at the new recruits who stopped what they were doing and looked over, he roared at the top of his voice.

"Look what I'm doing! Stare at the thing in your hands! Stare at your target! Just pray that it doesn't move, and don't pee when you get to the front line!"

The foul-mouthed voice echoed in the training ground, and even the banging gunshots couldn't cover it up.

After the training, a group of people left the training ground in a noisy manner and flocked towards the cafeteria.

Although they were scolded, this unpleasantness did not hinder their appetite.

"What the hell... I've been scolding me for three months, and I'm going to go to the front line tomorrow!"

"Haha, my sword is already hungry and thirsty!"

"I'll show you the strength of P City's sniper god then!"

"I wonder if anyone sells LD- here, that gun is powerful enough!"

"Indeed, the G9 assault rifle is too weak! It's not worthy of my exoskeleton!"

"I'll ask my brothers in the alliance to borrow one later..."

The entrance to the training ground.

Looking at the noisy group of guys, he looked blankly at Su Ming standing aside, swallowed and asked.

"Are these guys... really okay?"

Although most of them are noisy themselves, that's because they can't really die.

And considering those three difficult days, when the fight actually started, most people still showed their ability and fought seriously.

obviously.

These NPCs are not.

It's more like they don't know where they are going tomorrow and what they will see when they go there.

Su Ming looked a little embarrassed and coughed slightly.

"Don't look at them like this... In fact, they also went to the recruit camp to train for three months, so they won't be held back."

Edge Paddling asked tentatively.

"...Virtual reality training ground?"

Su Ming tried to explain.

"That only accounts for 50% of the training time...we also engage in live-fire training and physical training."

Edge Paddling was stunned for a moment.

Good guy.

It actually accounts for fifty percent!

But there is one thing to say.

The council is pretty good to these rookies. They fired more bullets in one day than he did in the two years before he changed his career to become a firefighter.

Looking at the sophisticated equipment, Edge Paddling felt somewhat envious, just like the boys in the company looked at him with envy.

It’s better to have money…