This Game Is Too Realistic

2021-10-12

  The first weapon production line of Refuge No. 404 in Chapter 170 is now online!

Northern River Valley Province.

The bitter north wind whistling, thousands of miles of snow drifting like knives.

At a glance, countless craters crawled across the cracked ground, and the whole wasteland was like being plowed by something, messy everywhere.

Under every inch of soil, there are scorched corpses. On the gentle mound not far away, a burning lion flag is diagonally inserted——

That is the flag of Legion!    Ten days ago, the Legion Expeditionary Force, which was in a stalemate with the Great Rift Valley, launched the Winter First Stage offensive against the Great Rift Valley.

This sudden winter brought the physical and mental strength of both parties to the limit. Everyone knew in their hearts that the time for a decisive battle had arrived.

The experienced General Klass made a very decisive move. He seized the opportunity of the advent of Blizzard and launched a general attack taking advantage of the harsh natural weather to weaken the Aegis system.

His judgment is correct.

Unfortunately, although the snowstorm did affect the performance of the Aegis system, it did not weaken the defensive will of the defenders.

The drone’s aerial bombs are like Death God’s sickles, raining iron rain on the battlefield, Legion’s artillery is not to be outdone to fight back, covering light and heavy armored units and covering the mountains and plains. The infantry launched an assault. In the short ten-kilometer position, I saw batches of tens of thousands of people filling in, but no one came back.

The entire battlefield has become a cruel meat grinder.

Both sides have paid heavy casualties, but the price on Legion's side is obviously higher.

The sound of cannons in the distance sounded again, like a beating of war drums, but anyone could hear that the oil in the drums was exhausted.

The man in the Tibetan blue military uniform was awakened by the sound of cannons.

He shook his head, spit out the mud in his mouth, and struggled to get up from the ground.

Ten minutes ago, as the captain of ten, he was ordered to lead a squad of twenty light infantry to fill the gap in defense.

His officer did not tell him the specific battle order, but only ordered one sentence-"No retreat", and then he was pushed out.

When he opened his eyes again, the burning banner was hundreds of meters away from him. Looking around all around, there are no living people around, only the ground where even the snow has been dried.

He lowered his head and saw the dangling trouser legs and half of the intestines exposed in his abdomen.

Can't help the fear in his heart anymore, he threw away the rifle in his hand, fell into the mud, and let out a cry like a baby.

Similar scenes can be seen everywhere on this land.

At this moment, dozens of kilometers behind him, on the plain leading to the northwest of the valley province, a line of retreating westward convoy is suffering a devastating blow.

They planned to retreat to the west, but the two power armor formations quickly intercepted them after breaking through the northern defense zone.

The steel is burning, and the survivors can be counted on one's fingers.

A power armor with searchlights hung on its shoulders is dragging a bloody man out of the wreckage of an off-road vehicle.

"I can pay... the ransom." He was missing a tooth, his left eye was stuck with blood, but he could barely speak, "We lost... I surrendered."

Failure is not terrifying.

His Klass Army's life, not every battle can be won.

However, the power armor ignored him. After comparing the holographic image information, it looked towards the comrades on the side.

"It's him, the leader of the expeditionary army, Krass."

"Are you sure it's not a clone or a similar double?"

"Not sure, but Is this important?"

Everyone laughed.

Yeah.

Is this important?

Legion's power in the valley province has been destroyed, they wiped out hundreds of thousands of troops, leaving a dead runaway.

What if there is a general without an army left?   The power armor, re-looked towards the man who was pinched in his hand, shook the aging flesh and blood like a chicken.

"There is a dead claw lair nearby."

"Very good, those little fellows must be extremely hungry."

"They will love this gift Yes."

Hearing everyone's conversation, Klass's calm face showed a trace of panic, and his dry hands grasped the steel that clamped his neck, struggling in vain.

"You guys, kill me...Legion, no, let you go!"

Klass feels difficult to breathe.

The man looked at him mockingly, staring into his eyes.

"Then let them come."

"There are no cowards in the land out of the valley."

……

The sky is light.

The sparse noise disturbed the tranquility outside the east gate of the long-term farm. The young guard standing on the fence hit Hatch and gave the same robe who came to the shift a tired look.

"You are finally here."

The guard with a horse face came, holding an iron tea jar with boiling water in his hand, and glanced at the outside of the wall road.

His name is Liu Ding, and he is the adjutant of Wrench.

His name was actually Rivet, but the manager who loves to name people changed it for him, and he happily accepted it.

"Is there something going on last night?"

"No," Lu Bei shook his head and put the gun on his back. "I stared at them all night, except for the loud snoring. Besides, I don’t see anything unusual... I'll leave it to you here, I have to get some sleep."

He is the youngest member of the outpost guard, who just turned fourteen last month Years old, but it looks like an adult.

In the guards, age and birth are not a problem. The only requirement of managers is loyalty and honesty. Although he is the youngest, Lu Bei feels that he meets this standard better than anyone else.

He, who has no family for a long time, believes unconditionally to save him from the robber dungeon, the manager. Not to mention standing guard, he was even willing to die for him.

"Go rest, kid, leave it to me."

Orange patted the shoulder of the young guard, watching him leave, and put the iron tea mug in the end. Ice on the concrete bunker.

Looking at the refugee’s camp, he took off the Arbitrator rifle on his back and stared meticulously in that direction.

Some refugees came out of the camp and went outside to collect firewood, and some others set up a pot and threw the snow in to boil it.

The man named Jiuli is directing them, and seems to take care of everything in order, but Liu Ding is not optimistic that he can control these people.

Unlike the nomad tribe of Iron Axe, Liu Ding can tell from experience at a glance that these people are not a group.

Whether it is the distribution or orientation of the shack, and the location of the fire, it means that there are at least four groups...maybe more.

On the other side, the prisoners of war were also driven out to collect firewood, and the fuel demand of the entire Longjiu Farm increased several times.

I heard from the old Luca that they had to build two more charcoal kilns in order to maintain the fuel balance. Those Legion prisoners of war should be outside picking firewood all day long.

Keeping in mind the manager's instructions, Orange tightened his heavy rifle and let himself pull yourself together.

"I hope nothing will happen."

......

Outpost.

The little fish who came to the surface early, took advantage of the bank's not open and everyone was not online yet, quietly piled a snowman on the square in front of the sanatorium.

Although it may be meaningless and the snowmen she builds are not good-looking, she still wants to do something for the people who guard the safety of the refuge.

[Today’s adventure, too! 】

A wooden token is hung on the snowman’s belly, with a line of crooked characters written on it, which she has learned recently.

It was finally successfully accomplished.

Patting off the snow on the gloves, the little fish hopped back two steps, looked at his masterpiece with gleaming eyes, and gave a thumbs up with satisfaction.

"It's not bad, Xiaoyu is great."

Imitated the manager's tone and praised himself, Xiaoyu slipped in a good mood.

After a while, players went online one after another.

Seeing the snowman on the square and the crooked characters written on the sign, countless small players suddenly felt their hearts melted.

"!!!"

"wu wu wu, this snowman! It must have been made by Xiao Keli for me!"

"Crook, demon demon Spirit? It’s time for performance at the end of the year. I helped you find a pervert."

"I feel full of power, and I can even win a crack claw!"

"Crack claw crab? It's not just a hand!"

"Good brother, get up!"

"Hehe, it must be Xiaoyu who made it to encourage me. Don't worry. Well, the elder sister will pay attention to safety, and I will make delicious mushroom soup for you when I come back!" It wasn't enough to say, Yaya took out a beautiful big mushroom from his pocket and made a nose for the snowman cautiously.

"Wait for me! I think there is something missing!"

Seeing Crow's movements, Fujito suddenly clapped his hands like something, turned around and ran to the hut to get one. The scarf, hung on the snowman's neck when he came back.

"Ness!" Fujito touched the chin with satisfaction and nodded proudly, "It's so much more beautiful!"

Carrying the newly made rocket, the mosquito chuckled I also wanted to join in the fun, but before reaching the square, a group of enthusiastic little players slapped him on the ground and took a bite of snow.

"What are you doing! My rocket! That's my rocket!"

"Gan! You guys are giving money!"

Yawning Xia Yan carried Xiao Qi to the third floor.

Taking a look at the square outside the window, the players who yelled strangely early in the morning, she couldn't help but vomit.

"I really envy them, they are so motivated early in the morning."

"Xiao Qi was originally full of energy until he was carried upstairs by a strange woman."

Xia Yan glared at the wastebasket.

"What do you mean, I was wrong to help you up?"

Xiao Qi's camera didn't look at her.

"Xiao Qi doesn't want to talk to you today, please wait until tomorrow."

"I am rare!"

What a problem!   rolled the eyes, Xia Yan turned around and went downstairs to open the door to the weapon shop.

Today's Refuge 404 is as lively as yesterday, and the young and energetic players went out to work early in the morning.

As for Chu Guang, of course he is not idle.

As a planner, he knows very well that he can't always squat in front of the computer and look at the screen, he still has to do some planning.

For example, give players more benefits.

No. 81 Steel Plant.

Standing next to a machine with an area of ​​about six or seven square meters, Chu Guang looked up and down, and said after a while.

"This is called... Punch?"

"Yes, my distinguished manager! It's a bit crude, but it's not bad at all," hehe laughed. Said, "By the way, this is my graduation project... Although you may not know what the graduation project is." Whatever he said, there was no change in expression on his face.

NPC has this advantage.

Ignore when I don’t want to talk to people. I don’t want to explain and don’t explain, and no one feels impolite. This is much more comfortable than doing sales.

Brother Levine also said with a smile.

"That's right! The principle of punching machines is actually the same, circular motion turns linear motion. We designed a set of electric motors to drive the flywheel, through the clutch to drive the gear, crankshaft, connecting rod, and push the slider to proceed. Processing. The maximum impulse is average. It is a bit difficult to build the engine, but there is no problem in making the AK parts. The only trouble is that the quality of the lubricating oil is not good. We use birchlein acid and turpentine to make it... Anyway, it is currently active. Let’s take a look at it later."

Brother toilet cable: "What AK! It’s LD!"

Brother Levine said: "Yes, hehe, forget about it."

It’s."

To be honest, not only did Chu Guang feel that this machine was not rudimentary, it even felt that it was overwhelmed.

By the way, are the parts used by this machine really cut out by his machine?   This is too much punishment!   Next to the punch, there is a thermal piercing machine, which is used to make seamless steel pipes.

The fired steel will be sent to the bottom of the roll and pressed into a rod shape, then fixed on the fixture, pierced with a motor-driven head, cut, cooled, and sent to the worktable to draw out the rifling with a boring tool.

Next to the workbench, you can see a batch of finished steel pipes and casing parts, which are the orders that Chu Guang had asked them to complete before.

"Are these two devices convenient to operate?"

"Very convenient!" Brother Levine patted his chest and packed his ticket. "Master Manager, if you still want to produce What? Just leave it to us, our products are guaranteed to satisfy you!"

Chu Guang looked at the two approvingly, nodded with satisfaction.

"You did a great job!"

"With these weapons, we are more confident to survive in this world!"

Before he The check that was written is finally cashable now! The   mission is complete!

The two of them received the reminder at the same time, and immediately turned on the VM and took a look.

Looking at the balance on the corporate account, the faces of Brother Levin and Brother Toilet Suo showed excitement at the same time.

Get rich!    Chu Guang quickly placed a new order for them, and then asked the warehouse manager to check and accept the goods and take them to the warehouse.

The assembly can be left to Xia Boss.

She has plenty of tools. If the precision of the parts is not enough to fit them, just take care of them a little bit. It won't be difficult.

However, Chu Guang feels that this worry should be superfluous. After all, the die of the punching machine was cut out with a "magnetically confined plasma numerical control machine".

Is the mold precision not enough?

Doesn’t exist!

As for the principle error caused by mechanical movement, that thing has little effect.

Seeing Xia Yan assembled the gun, Chu Guang excitedly held it in his hand and played with it for a while, then put the magazine on and took it to the shooting range at the west gate to try the gun feel.

First a few shots were fired, and then a shuttle swept through.

The caliber of 7mm is slightly smaller than the 7.62mm used by the AK, but the length of the 50mm cartridge can be filled with more charge, and the penetration is still very sufficient.

Whether it is dealing with people or dealing with alien species, it is very good!    "This performance is ok," Xia Yan gave Chu Guang a surprised look, and said, "Didn't expect you to design weapons?"

"How can I have that ability."

"That's it?"

Chu Guang said a little thoughtfully.

"You can simply understand it as... We have a chatting place, where many people are very idle. The blueprint from somewhere popped up."

To be honest, he himself did not fish less.

Xia Yan was stunned.

"Is the threshold for your quarrel so high..."

"On the contrary, there is no threshold. It is also because there is no threshold, so who has them all," Chu Guang blanked out The magazine faded out, and he said happily, "No matter what, how about this gun? How does it compare with the Drone X-2 assault rifle in Boulder?" Xia Yan whitened him and said: "I'm talking about iron-barreled rifles. Do you expect to compare things made in small workshops with guns made in big factories?"

Chu Guang disapproved of laughed.

"The production experience is summarized in practice, and it will always get better."

Will the players die a few more times, won’t this experience come?    "That's true, it's really good for the first generation." Picking up a cooled cartridge from the ground, Xia Yan touched the chin for a while, "I'll help you see how to improve it."

There is no sound next to me for a long time.

Xia Yan turned her head and saw Chu Guang staring at herself in surprise. She was slightly stunned, whispered.

"Is there any problem?"

"No."

Chu Guang shook the head.

It’s a bit strange but true.

This guy has become more and more diligent recently, it's almost like a new person.

Attracted by the gunshots at the west gate, nearby players looked curiously and whispered with interest.

"There is a plot!"

"The sickle! It's the sickle! Hahaha, it's finally out!"

"Gan! I'm talking about the manager and the weapon shop The story of Lady Boss! No one pays attention to her eyes? Brother Mole, you know what I mean."

"Fuck off, what does it have to do with me? Do you want to get me banned!"

"Hey, this mole has lost his dream."

"Bake it."

"%￥#@!"

(End of this chapter)