This Game Is Too Realistic

2021-11-15

  Chapter 223 This is too peaceful.   The bonfire of wood is burning.

The fire star floats to the sky with the heat wave.

The herdsmen beat the drums and bone flute in front of the fire, and the young dancers covered their faces with a light veil, offering a dance on the snow for the New Year.

The guards, workers, and players who like to join in the excitement living near the outpost also joined in with food and spirits bought from the market.

Although there is only one glass of free red wine, there are a lot of Distilled Liquor in the warehouse.

A long time ago, players used polygonum sylvestris to make music, and croissants were used as ingredients to produce Distilled Liquor.

Compared with the red wine that takes time to taste, it is indeed this kind of hot and bloody spirit, which is more popular with wastelanders.

It's just that few people can stand this red and white drink together.

All of a sudden, the market at the north gate was swayed from side to side.

Xia Boss still wanted to drink, but he was already lying on the table and fell asleep.

Worried about her catching a cold, Xiaoyu, who is very good at taking care of others, went to the bank to fetch a blanket, and put it on her shoulders on tiptoe.

A brazier was placed under the table.

Xiaoyu patted her on the back and said in a coaxing tone.

"Don’t drink so much next time, okay?"

However, Xia Boss, who was already asleep, obviously didn’t listen to it, and he didn’t know what dreams he had, and the corners of his lips were soft. Cocked, sipping non-stop.

"Hehe...I want more."

Not far away, a certain tester was looking for the toilet anxiously.

Farther away, the drake wailed like a fire in his throat.

"Water! Hiccup—give me water!"

Makabazi lay on the ground and called, until the construction site boy and the brick put a pile of snow in his mouth before letting him The guy stopped physically.

The big-eyed expression in debt was like a mask of pain, and he said, clutching his stomach.

"Damn it, because of something, I feel roaring in my stomach!"

The edge water ski looked at his already swollen stomach, and couldn't help but spit out.

"How much did you eat?"

"Not a lot, just 100 million points," he said in a vague voice. I have eaten it in the game, and I have to eat it again when I return to reality?"

Edge paddling: "..."

Construction site boy and brick: "..."

Is this a question that the Intelligence Department can ask? ?

After drinking too much, Fang Chang sat crookedly on the wooden chair and started his improvisation.

Listening to the nomads’ iron-like percussion and the long bone flute, his index finger beats the table, and his mouth is humming the newly composed ballad.

"heng en ......"

"The gears of heaven fell into the furnace."

"Boiling molten steel splashed out of the pot."

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"The immortal natural disasters never stop."

"We will recast the kingdom of mortals."

"..."

That was The dry, hoarse voice is like a saw blade pulling a violin, but amidst the rough accompaniment, there is an unexpected rhythm.

It's like half a bottle of spirits in the throat.

It's like a forge with the sound of striking iron.

Fang Chang sang halfway and forgot the words, and the player next to him continued to make up, just one sentence after another, and he came up with a song.

It’s just that the farther behind, the more outrageous the style of painting, from the sacred Tyra all the way to Ionia, the slogan "for the revival of the People’s Federation" has also become "people live For XX".

Although I didn't understand what the residents of the shelter were singing, the aboriginal people around also sang along with it.

The singing dispelled the cold.

It also blows away the barriers between people.

Even with a completely different culture.

People's yearning for a good life and pursuit of good things are the same.

The heat wave and the flames are reflected in the face, and the people sitting together are not distinguishing each other and you and me at this moment.

Zhao Shu, who was drunk, patted Yu Hu's shoulder, his face illuminated by the fire was red like a monkey butt.

"Okay, brother, am I right? The life here is amazing!"

Yu Hu drank a little too much, and hiccuped drunkly.

"You are right..."

"Next year, I will move in next year!"

On the snow before the bonfire, a dance ended.

The shy girl of the Frostspear clan bowed slightly.

But people didn't plan to let her go.

"One more!"

"Bring the person you like!"

"Wow!"

In people's Booing and instigating, the young girl from the Frostspear tribe plucked up courage, but instead of choosing her dream lover in front of the bonfire, the god messenger Ghost Messenger walked up to the deep blue power armor.

"Can I ask you to do a dance?"

There was a trace of anxiety in his eyes, like the hapless kid who had lost Truth or Dare.

Chu Guang glanced at her with a little surprise, and then joked gently.

"You can't dance in my outfit. Go find someone who can keep up with you."

The young girl blushed, like a frightened little girl. Turned around like an animal and ran away.

Heya, who stood by with her arms in her arms, looked at Chu Guang curiously.

"Why don't you dance one?"

A little dissatisfied with this guy's look at the animal world, Chu Guang moved towards her rolled the eyes.

"Do you know how much electricity it consumes to dance in a ton of multiple power armor?"

Percent of seventy-eighty's weight can be transferred to the support structure of the power armor, and it also requires a lot of power to drive such a heavy armor without the help of a motor.

And it's easy to hurt others.

Chu Guang chose to stand there as a background board, not without reason.

"But in this way, you won't be able to enjoy the celebration." Heya reminded.

"You don't understand, this is how I enjoy the celebration."

For a manager, there is nothing better than watching the settlements singing and dancing, and the residents live and work in peace. Make him happy?

This is the highest level of enjoyment.

Heya was lost in thought.

The expression seemed to recall the past of Vault 117.

At this moment, Yin Fang's teasing suddenly floated behind him.

"You hurt the girl's heart."

Chu Guang ignored his ridicule, but gave him a strange look.

"Why are you back again?"

"I'm just going back to get something."

Yin Fang took out one from behind and swayed four small ones. A small robot with short legs, square head and square brain.

"Academy does not celebrate the New Year, it only celebrates great discoveries, but you seem to have a custom of celebrating the New Year... I just finished it, so let's treat it as a New Year gift for you."

Chu Guang's face was full of surprise, and he reached out and took the little robot.

Different from the original one, there is an extra camera on the square head.

Now it is not only laser mapping of nearby terrain, users who wear neural connection devices can also share their vision with the help of its camera.

Although it is only a small change, the practicality has been more than doubled.

Now this little robot is much more powerful than the original one!

Looking at Chu Guang, who is interested in playing with the small robot in his hand, Yin Fang continued.

"Crawler, that's how I call it, or you have a better name. Compared with the original little robot, there are more eyes, and the others have not changed much."

"Thank you." Chu Guang sincerely expressed his gratitude.

Yin Fang coughed lightly and said.

"You don't have to thank me, the materials are all obtained from you, I just processed it for you."

Speaking of this, he remembered another important thing , Then went on to say.

"By the way, its power source is a metal-hydrogen battery... Your refuge doesn’t seem to have much reserves, only forty-fifty. If you have a chance, you can get more, that’s a Good thing."

Chu Guang made a helpless expression.

"You don't need to tell me that I also know."

The metal-hydrogen battery produced by the company contains a number of Class A technologies. This thing is very popular everywhere.

Currently, what Boulder City can independently produce is only solid-state hydrogen batteries. If you want to buy metal-hydrogen batteries, you can only expect the caravan from the Eastern Sea shore to bring some.

Chu Guang bought dozens of them from the Trailblazer before, intending to use them as external skeletons.

But at the moment, what his players need most is not the external skeleton, but the cheap and easy-to-use equipment, as well as the industrial equipment that can produce these equipment. This matter is shelved.

Looking at the robot in his hand, Chu Guang suddenly remembered something very serious.

"If this thing is exploded..."

Yin Fang answered in a relaxed tone.

"Probably equivalent to 6kg T 恩 T, formidable power should be able to cover...er, a football field?"

Chu Guang: "??"

Damn it? !   Without a word, he stuffed the robot into Yin Fang's hand, and Chu Guang calmly moved aside for a while.

"You hold it for me first."

Looking at the robot whose hand was returned, Yin Fang was stunned for a moment, his face didn't know whether to cry or laugh. expression.

"Don't get excited... This thing is not so easy to explode. And 6kg T is theoretically equivalent, without detonator and combustion accelerator, how could it be possible to achieve that formidable power... This again? It's not a bomb."

There are at least two B-Rank technologies between the metal-hydrogen battery and the metal-hydrogen shell. The oxygen in the air is simply not enough to make the metal hydrogen react completely.

And you are afraid of a hammer in power armor!   But Chu Guang didn't want to hear him explain so much, he just wanted to stay away from this guy.

Hmm.

One more rule will be added in the future.

Robots and external skeletons with metal hydrogen power sources are prohibited from staying in the shelter for a long time.

……

Abandoned department store.

There are more than a thousand beds crowded in the empty hall.

The New Year’s song does not float here, and no one sings, only the fire crackling, coaxing the child to sleep with the mother.

This is a temporary shelter for the refugees. They can only stay here temporarily before the end of the winter.

Thanks to the wood sent by the blue coats, the survivors who stayed here temporarily used those wood to repair the broken walls, French doors and windows, and finally made the place airtight.

Some of the remaining wood was chopped into firewood, or burned into charcoal, and thrown into a red brick furnace along with things that started the fire.

The blazing flame brought a trace of winter hard-won light and warmth to the empty hall.

Although the environment here is a bit crude, at least it is free from wind, snow and hunger.

The refugees from the central and northern parts of the River Valley, the survivors of the Winter Willow Camp and the battery factory, are very grateful to the blue coats.

The fleeing rebels on the front line, the robber of the bone chewing tribe, and the chaos of evil everywhere destroyed their homes and burned down their farms and houses.

If it weren't for the blue jackets, they might have either been frozen to death on the road, or they had entered the pot of robbers.

Of course, they can only represent themselves.

Not everyone is grateful for the status quo.

Among the five survivors’ settlements in the first batch of relocation plans, only two were actually attacked by robbers, and the residents of the other three survivors’ settlements even robbers. I have never seen any of the shadows, and moved here only out of fear.

More than a month has passed since the First Stage snowstorm. Even if no one died in the cold, some people suffered frostbite from working in the cold.

In the terrible weather, I still can't see the sidelines, but the supply of materials is getting tighter and tighter, and rumors that there is not much food are often heard.

Over time, it is inevitable that some people will have a whisper in their hearts.

Is it really necessary to relocate?

The settlements of survivors who did not relocate seem to have gone well.

"I'm always worried that this house will collapse."

The man wrapped in torn bedding couldn't help but say, looking at the debris falling from the ceiling.

In fact, he didn't really think that this building would collapse, he just wanted to find something unlucky to vent his dissatisfaction with the bad life.

However, these words have somewhat affected the people around them.

Looking at the dilapidated ceiling, many people showed worried expressions on their faces, exchanging scared eyes and whispering in low voices.

"When shall we stay here until..."

"Those blue coats say it is spring."

"Why not let us Live in Changjiu Farm? This is different from what we said at the beginning."

"They said the house is not enough..."

"Heh, it's not that we can't build our own house, I think They just want to keep the trouble away."

Most of them are residents of Scavenger House and Hope Mountain Cooperative.

Compared with Dongliu Camp, Battery Factory and Highway Town, these two survivors’ settlements are located a bit more south, and one is hidden on the edge of the city and the other is hidden in the mountains and forests.

Now some people think that those robbers may not be able to find their homes so easily.

After all, their eyes do not grow in the sky, and not all survivors’ settlements will be looted...

Ma Zhanqiu, the village head of Dongliu Camp, see The dissatisfaction is spreading, in order to avoid affecting his own people, he immediately came out to appease everyone and said.

"Don't say that. It hasn't collapsed for more than two hundred years. How could it have collapsed at this time!"

At this time, a discordant voice suddenly came from the side. sound.

"That's not good."

"This year's snow is so big, what if the building blows down?"

The person who spoke Ding Tian is the house of scavengers and one of the more influential scavengers there. Ma Zhanqiu recognizes this man.

Seeing him frown, Ma Zhanqiu said solemnly.

"What do you want to say?"

The man in a fur coat curl one's lip.

"What do I want to say? I also want to ask, what are we for? To fight those robbers from the north?"

"or for the blue coats as laborers ?"

Ma Zhanqiu was taken aback.

Before the old man came back to his senses, someone immediately followed him to answer the conversation.

"Maybe the people from the bone chewing tribe will not come at all."

"That is, there are still eight survivors who have not relocated? I think they are in their own The stay at home is pretty good too..."

Although everyone has the food here, I don’t want to stay here for free.

They need to work in a factory, and then receive a few coins that they don’t know what's useful for, and they can’t buy what they need.

Even if the blue coats promised that the money would be useful in the spring of the coming year, in their opinion, it is no different from painting a cake.

Since the blue jackets really plan to pay them, why don’t they use a bargaining chip?   It's really not good. Toilet paper on the Eastern Sea shore is also good, at least someone might ask for it.

The feeling of complaining is permeating.

This is not a day or two.

Out of fear of the Bone Chewing Tribe, they accepted the placement of the Blue Coats and moved here to obey the arrangement.

But it's been a month.

Many people have not seen robber.

Except for the intensifying Blizzard, I don't know when it was a hard time and nothing happened.

Some people even suspect that harboring malicious intentions will be from the very beginning. The so-called Bone Chewing Tribe’s invasion of Qingquan City is a lie.

The sleeping child was awakened and cried, and the mother coaxed in a panic, afraid to say anything to the noisy people.

Looking at several people who are getting more and more emotional, some survivors who have seen them with their own eyes and even have wounds on their bodies want to refute, but they dare not speak.

At this moment, someone stood up.

"My big brother is dead."

Maybe I heard the word death.

A loud noise.

In response to the gazes coming over, Ma Li was silent for a while, then slowly continued.

"Robber opened his stomach with a bayonet because he refused to surrender."

Ma Zhanqiu sighed softly and closed his eyes in pain.

That is his child.

It is also the thing he is most reluctant to recall.

The horsepower was paused, and I continued.

"I didn't know until later, I didn't even see his body until the end."

"I really haven't seen the robber of the Bone Chewing Tribe with my own eyes. For them I’ve heard only a few rumors about the brutality."

"But if you want to say this is a lie, then tell me, where is my big brother? Where are the people who didn’t get here?"

"I hope they won't come again. This idea is not only naive, but also ridiculous. It can't even talk about self-deception."

"Those shelter residents, they could have stayed out , As long as the door is closed, let alone the people of the bone-cuffing tribe, even if Legion drives the tank over their heads, they can sit back and relax until those people come out."

Take the initiative in the refuge. Before opening, no one can open the shelter from the outside.

On the wasteland, this is generally accepted common sense.

Seeing that the number of people supporting me was reduced by half in an instant, Ding Tian brace oneself just wanted to say something, at this time a mother holding her baby also stood up.

"I've seen it too."

She sat next to the group of people in the battery factory.

The voice trembled, like a wounded lioness, her eyes fixed on the man, and she continued.

"We retired to the warehouse and there was no way to go. The robber that surrounded us rushed up round after round, and they did not step back in order to protect us..."

"... died in front of us."

She couldn't continue.

The hall is silent.

Even the noisiest person, being watched by a pair of eyes, is involuntarily silent.

People recalled the fear that day.

I also recalled those heroes.

Ding Tian's Adam's apple moved, and a trace of fly into a rage out of humiliation flashed across his face.

He knew he was at a loss.

But this does not mean that he likes to be educated.

Especially people who look much weaker than him.

Looking at the two groups of people in the stalemate, Ye Xiao shook the head with his arms around. He was about to go forward and say something, but was stopped by Hook, who was standing next to him.

"What are you going to do?" the lame old man stared at him and said.

Ye Xiao blunt said.

"Someone has to persuade them. I am worried that they will become physical conflicts for a while."

This is wasteland.

No amount of words can be as effective as a fist.

Ye Nan, who was standing by, heard his son's words and gently shook the head.

"This is not something we should take care of."

"But..."

"Go and notify the guards and let them handle it."

At this time, the main entrance of the lobby on the first floor of the department store suddenly opened.

The north wind of hu hu swept in a few snow leaves.

Two guards wearing black coats and carrying rifles walked in carrying an iron frame. There is some carbon in the iron rack.

Behind them, several residents of the shelter followed.

That energetic temperament, even if they don't wear a blue jacket, they can recognize it.

"Happy New Year!"

"New Year gifts are here! Let everyone wait!"

The cat's ears happily shook, and the hat was turned It was lifted off, with a mush of sesame seeds, and bend down recklessly to pick it up.

Standing by the tail at the door, he turned his head and glanced at Sisi next to him.

"What kind of task the tail thought it was, it turned out to be running errands."

The hidden task that was said!

She even brought the equipment!

"Emmm...Compared to being forced to go offline because of a bad stomach, Sisi thinks it would be better for Ahwei to blow the cold wind."

Everyone in the hall was taken aback.

Including the two groups of people in the confrontation, they also froze there.

They did not understand what the blue jackets were talking about.

But fortunately at this moment, the guard who put down the barbecue rack to save the scene in time, stepped forward and said in joint language.

"Today is the last day of 211!"

"Master manager asked me to send you New Year's gifts, thank you for your cooperation, we have survived the most difficult Day."

Everyone in the shelter was whispering.

"New Year...gift?"

"What is that?"

They understood this time, but their faces were still at a loss.

The young guard did not explain, and politely signaled that the "player" wearing a chef hat next to him could start.

On the charcoal fire, the scrambled eggs with tomatoes were brushed with a layer of oil on the iron frame with a brush, and then the palm-sized crab cakes were placed on the iron frame.

"Everyone line up, one by one."

"There is enough."

"Everyone has a share!"

The guards maintained order at the scene and guided everyone in a long line.

The oily sound, the smell of meat permeated the hall, the soft and fragrant crab cakes, there is a kind of indescribable happiness.

There is still meat to eat!

All rumors about food shortages are self-defeating.

Almost everyone's eyes are imprinted with desire.

Looking at the meatloaf in his hand, Ding Tian's eyes couldn't help but a touch of shame, and all those who had followed him to booze before were silent and bowed their heads to eat the bread.

Standing at the door and looking hungry, his tail couldn't help swallowing, his eyes fixed on the barbecue rack.

"Is there a copy of the tail too?"

Sisi tugged at her clothes.

"It's time to go, everyone at Longjiu Farm is still waiting. If you want to eat, I will order a takeaway for you when it's offline soon."

"The tail needs beef flavor. Of!"

Hey!   This person—No, this tail!   Sisi looked at her in surprise.

"I'll be polite."

Tail: "Chicken flavor is also possible!"

Sisi: "..."

Outside the door.

On the trunk of the truck.

A big mouse in a coat is rubbing his hands in the cold wind.

Next to him are supplies that will be sent to Changjiu Farm.

Fearing that his appearance would scare the residents of the shelter, he was left to look at the supplies on the truck to prevent alien species from coming over to eat.

Before those people left, they told him repeatedly not to eat the quest props.

These people really are!

I am not a real mouse!

Where is the trust between people!

But...

It smells so good.

Is it gnocchi?    Feeling the biological instinctive impulse, it was difficult for the strongman to decide not to look there or think about it, and instead looked towards the street on the side.

The street is very quiet.

The white snow under the moonlight is peaceful.

Here you can’t even see the shadow of the alien species. If it weren’t for the damaged buildings and walls, it wouldn’t make people think of it as wasteland.

Isn't it the right time to enter the server?

I heard that the previous versions were fighting every day, and they fell in front of them and followed them up. All the professional life players who fought have copied them, and the resurrection coins were almost finished.

It would be nice to come in early.

Looking at the quiet street, the big mouse is lightly sighed, speaking human's words.

"This is too peaceful." -   (About 11 o'clock in the next chapter!)

(End of this chapter)