This Game Is Too Realistic

In the center of Pinecone Wood Farm, there is a magnificent manor house.

Standing in the study room of the manor, the farmer Zhao Tianqian held a telescope in his hand and was looking out the window intently. His sight passed over the tons of houses and landed on the trading post beside the wall.

A truck was parked there, with convoy guards and mercenaries standing next to it, and a circle of heavily armed soldiers surrounding it.

Wu Wenzhou got off the truck and was talking to the officer who came forward to question him. Soon, several soldiers holding LD-47 assault rifles came forward and dragged several wooden boxes from the truck.

One of the soldiers stepped forward and used a crowbar to open the boxes one after another, revealing the bright yellow bullets and neatly stacked rifles inside.

That's exactly what he needs.

Seeing this, Zhao Tianqian finally showed a bright smile on his face and placed the telescope in his hand on the table beside him.

Almost at the same time, there was a knock on the door behind him.

In a good mood, Zhao Tianqian said casually.

"Please come in."

The door opened.

His butler came in.

"Yang He's caravan is back. According to your instructions, he exchanged the silver coins he earned into arms..."

Ma Zhongxian reported respectfully, his eyes involuntarily falling on the table next to the master and the open window.

He knew it in his heart.

Before he reported it, the master had already seen it.

Zhao Tianqian said slowly with a proud smile on his face.

"I knew that Mr. Yang was a smart man. He was just delayed for a while on the road. We almost wronged a good person."

Ma Zhongxian nodded slightly.

"There is one more thing about... Mr. Apostle Zhang Zhengyang."

Zhao Tianqian asked immediately.

"Any news?"

Ma Zhongxian nodded silently and continued.

"After you ordered me, I asked the security team to send a few scouts to Chenchen Town to inquire about the situation. As a result... the place has been destroyed."

"Destroyed?!" Zhao Tianqian opened his eyes wide, stared at him and asked anxiously, "Then...where are the apostles?!"

Ma Zhongxian had a bitter expression on his face and shook his head.

"I don't know. The whole town was burned clean, and we didn't see any corpses. We searched the town and found no trace of the apostle. However, we did find a pile of corpses in the grave to the north. …The militiamen we sent to assist Zhang Xian are also inside.”

Zhao Tianqian clenched his fists.

He felt sorry for the 41 militiamen. There were as many serfs as there were on the farm, and the most important thing was people and animals.

What made him nervous was that Zhang Zhengyang's whereabouts were unknown.

If he could not take the Torch Church seriously before and didn't care if he offended those lunatics, now he absolutely does not dare.

Ever since Naguo "cured" the chronic disease in his lungs, he has been inseparable from the "gospel" of the Holy Son.

"Where is the body of Mr. Apostle?!"

Ma Zhongxian said respectfully.

"We have searched carefully and it's not in that grave."

Zhao Tianqian breathed a sigh of relief and murmured in his mouth.

"At least alive."

Looking at the master, Ma Zhongxian hesitated for a moment and continued.

"Later, our people continued to explore the nearby area, trying to search for traces of the Apostle... However, just after they walked about ten miles south, they discovered traces of mutant activity."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Tianqian had a look of astonishment on his face.

"...Mutants?"

"Yes, sir, and at least on a scale of more than 100 people," Ma Zhongxian nodded and said in a heavy voice, "There are traces of a battle nearby, and various signs indicate that...it was the group of mutants who destroyed the Dust Town.”

"And, after that, they went to Hope Town!"

Zhao Tianqian looked out the window blankly.

Going to Chenchen Town, he can understand that the strange tribe in the city is an ally of the Torch Church, and it is natural for allies to help when something happens.

But why go to Hope Town?

Isn’t that the parish of the Torch Church?

He remembered that the apostle had personally promised him that as long as they converted to the Torch faith, they would be protected from mutants.

And this was one of the reasons why he took refuge.

His intuition told him that something was going on in this land that he didn't understand, and it was very likely that he had been involved in it...

After thinking for a long time, he gritted his teeth and said.

"...Let the priest come to see me."

He must talk to the Bishop!

Ma Zhongxian nodded slightly.

"As commanded."

…

While Zhao Tianqian was pacing back and forth in the study, a group of players were standing at the entrance of Pinecone Wood Farm, looking around curiously.

Although the name here is a farm, it looks like a classical-style castle. Granite walls surround the brick and wood buildings, and outside are orchards and farmland.

If you put aside the trees covered with pustules and the farmland covered with emerald green plaque, this place has a somewhat pastoral feel.

Xiaoyu looked around with some embarrassment.

Noticing Xiao Yu's reaction, Luo Yu asked quietly in the communication channel.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Xiaoyu whispered back.

"Uh-huh..."

There's a smell here that's really annoying.

Something dirty is nearby.

This feeling is like standing next to excrement. Although the garbage does not pose a threat to it, it makes its fruit body instinctively feel unhappy.

"Be patient for a little longer, we will leave soon." Hearing the discomfort in the "beep", Luo Yu whispered a few words of comfort in the communication channel.

Xiaoyu murmured knowingly.

"Uh-huh..."

At the same time, standing next to the leading truck, Wu Wenzhou handed the potbellied middle-aged officer a cigarette.

The middle-aged officer took it skillfully, came close to his lighter, lit the cigarette, and puffed out smoke.

"Why didn't that guy named Yang come back this time?"

Wu Wenzhou said respectfully.

"Mr. Yang He, he happens to have something interesting to deal with..."

The middle-aged officer grinned and said.

"Doesn't he want to be with his precious daughter?"

"The busyness is only temporary. He will reunite with his family later." Wu Wenzhou smiled and glanced around, "Speaking of which, things have changed a lot here..."

"That's not true," the middle-aged officer smiled and said eloquently, "Since the master introduced a batch of new crops from the south, life has gradually gotten better."

"The new crop is..."

"Emerald trees, that's all."

The middle-aged officer stretched out his hand holding a cigarette butt, pointed to the orchard outside the wall, smiled mysteriously, and continued.

"Not only can it be sold at a good price, but it also has other features... isn't it great?"

"That's... really great." Wu Wenzhou smiled, but sighed softly in his heart.

He had read a report about "Naguo" in the "Daily Survivor" and quoted the results of the Alliance Animal Research Institute's analysis of this special crop.

According to the Alliance Animal Research Institute, this special crop is actually a mushroom-like fungus, and animals or people who eat it will eventually become food for it.

Planted this thing.

The settlement was basically doomed.

"It would be great if we could sell this thing to the north." The officer was still dreaming, looking in the north direction and squinting his eyes.

Wu Wenzhou said with a smile.

"I'm afraid that will be a bit difficult. The survivors in the north...are not able to accept such advanced things."

"The solution is for people to come up with," the officer looked away from a distance. He patted Wu Wenzhou on the shoulder and said with a grin, "As long as we can give them a few bites, they will never leave us."

As long as the owners of the northern rice factories are addicted to Naguo, the status of Jinchuan Province will become important again.

Looking at the guy who was daydreaming, Wu Wenzhou smiled flatteringly.

It's okay if we can't live without...

If that day comes, with the alliance's style, those guys will probably come directly to eliminate the problem physically.

While the soldiers on the farm were unpacking and inspecting the goods on the truck, Ye Shi stood aside and quietly looked at those people.

"Good guy...the soldiers here are also LD-47s?"

If you just look at the weapons in these guys' hands, it makes him feel like he's back home.

Fang Chang glanced at the rifles in the hands of the soldiers and said.

"The version they use is like the foreign trade version."

Ye Shiduoqi looked at him and asked.

"What's the difference?"

"To put it simply, the power and recoil have been reduced a lot. The 7mm full-power bullet has been replaced by the intermediate-power bullet. Theoretically, it should not be able to penetrate the K-10 'Iron Wall' and the Type 6 'Cavalry' exoskeleton at a distance of 100 meters. frontal armor."

While he was talking, Fang Chang looked around and had a rough idea of ​​the armed forces here. At the same time, he took note of the cloths of several firepower points at the door.

Like most farm-style settlements in Jinchuan Province, Songmu Farm has almost zero self-industrial capacity, and most of the weapons come from Boulder City or the alliance's military factories.

The most common ones here are weapons that have been eliminated by the alliance.

The machine guns are Maxim I type, the rifles are LD-47 and "Drone" assault rifles, the exoskeletons are mostly KV series and a small amount of "Miner" modified versions, and the support weapons include some 20mm quadruple anti-aircraft guns. etc.

In addition, he also saw some RPGs and recoilless rifles, all carried by the most elite soldiers, or installed with fixed brackets behind the sandbag wall.

This place is simply an enhanced version of an African plantation. In addition to the serfs, there are private soldiers recruited from the serfs. It is completely different from Hope Town, which is populated by free people.

From an equipment point of view, this settlement is not worth mentioning. The only thing worth noting is that there are quite a few soldiers here.

This settlement of 50,000 people actually retains three teams of 1,000 people!

According to the NPC of Wu Wenzhou, the farm of Zhao Tianqian had long planned to do something to integrate all the farms in the Jinhe area, so he had never been stingy in investing in armaments.

In addition to these visible small weapons, it is said that they also bought some strange things from further away.

However, Fang Chang still didn't take it to heart.

Just kidding.

The group of people next to him even killed Falcon City. Are they afraid of these rookies who even bought their equipment from here and there?

At this time, Wu Wenzhou, who had finished handing over the goods, walked over and said in a low voice.

"I told the officers of these guards that you are members of the Flame Mercenary Group and are well-known in the Xizhou area... They have never been that far away, and they don't even know where Xizhou is, but this does not prevent them from wanting to conquer. You guys.”

Fang Chang raised his eyebrows.

"What's the meaning?"

"They want to treat you to dinner, probably to win over you, and talk about your reputation... It will be at the Xinglong Hotel on the farm."

Ye Shi was surprised.

"Is there a restaurant here too?"

If he remembered correctly, wasn't the Songrenmu Farm closed to the public?

Moreover, the survivors here are basically serfs. In other words, they are the private property of the land. Not to mention no salary, this place may not even have its own currency.

How about opening a restaurant and playing there?

Seeing the confusion in his eyes, Wu Wenzhou coughed lightly and explained.

"Of course there is. Although Songmu Farm is not open to the public, the officers and managers here are paid, and they are usually paid in dinars. They can't just eat with dinars, but also When you need entertainment, you can't go to the town next door every time. And occasionally you have to entertain some distinguished guests... Anyway, the environment of the hotel is not bad, and the chef there is the same as the chef at Mr. Zhao's manor. people."

He didn't care much about the minutiae and asked questions straight to the point.

"How far is that place from the farm's manor?"

Wu Wenzhou thought for a while and said.

"It's just across the street...about six or seven hundred meters."

"Six hundred meters, right..." Fang Chang touched his chin and nodded, "No problem."

Through the Kong Lingkai in front of him, he understood to some extent the suspicious and fearful mentality of the farmers here. Unsurprisingly, the master would arrange their stay near the wall or even outside the wall, and would also send people to Point and stare.

This is probably their only chance to get close to the manor in the center of the settlement.

After all, they are nominally mercenaries who are paid to do things, and no one can guarantee that they will take on a mission.

From the soldiers around him, it was not difficult to tell that the farm boy did not actually trust the man who was out there all year round to do business for him.

I'm afraid this banquet itself has a testing meaning. Those guys might even try to bribe them at the banquet.

Looking at Fang Chang with twinkling eyes, Wu Wenzhou asked in a low voice.

"What are you going to do?"

On the way here, he made indirect inquiries, trying to get some words out of these people's mouths, but these people refused to reveal anything.

In his own words, he actually preferred that these people use the fire-breathing plane in front of him to rush in and kidnap the people directly.

However, seeing the quadruple anti-aircraft guns on the wall, he thought that it might not be easy for the plane to fly in.

Looking at Mr. Wu who asked cautiously, Fang Chang smiled faintly.

"This cannot be explained clearly in a few words."

That smile is elusive.

Wu Wenzhou couldn't help feeling uneasy.

"my family……"

"Don't worry, let them stay at home and leave the rest to us."

Fang Chang patted him on the shoulder and gave him a trusting look.

However, looking at the cheerful smile on this man's face, Wu Wenzhou couldn't believe it, and his heart was pounding.

But now it seems that it is too late to get off this pirate ship.

There is only one way to go until it is dark.

Seeing that the officer kept looking here, Wu Wenzhou swallowed, nodded and said.

"OK."

After saying that, he turned around and walked back, bringing the news to the officer that these people were interested in attending the banquet. A cheerful smile appeared on the officer's face, and he turned to report to his superiors.

Watching the man leave, Fang Chang stretched out his headset and pressed it.

"The opportunity has come...Old Bai, I'll leave the support to you."

After the noisy electric sound, Lao Bai's voice came from the communication frequency.

"No problem! We are ready!"

…

You are not allowed to bring weapons into the Songrenmu Farm.

Except for Luo Yu and Xiao Yu who stayed at the door, the players of the Burning Corps all left their equipment at the gate of the settlement.

"I'll leave it to you to look after the equipment."

Taking the rifle from Fang Chang's hand, Luo Yu said hesitantly.

"Is it okay for you to come in like this?"

"No problem," Fang Chang said with a smile, "Anyway, Lao Bai and the others will help us deliver the things we need."

Luo Yu nodded, Zheng Yu said.

"Just take it easy... don't mess with my mission."

"Don't worry, that's impossible!" Fang Chang laughed, waved his hand, and followed the guy who took them to the banquet.

Xinglong Hotel is located in the core area of ​​Songrenmu Farm.

This is probably the neatest and most prosperous street in the entire settlement.

Most of the streets are owned by the farm itself, with shops, restaurants, and some places whose business you can't tell from the outside.

䀴No matter what type of store it is, the facade is quite luxurious and tasteful.

The feeling of walking here is completely different from the outside, except that it doesn't look like a plantation at all, but more like a commercial street in a normal settlement.

However, what is inconsistent is that these shops are deserted, with no customers at all, and they look like plants planted on the roadside.

The person who accompanied the players to the hotel was the head guard of the North Gate, named Liu Lei, a talkative middle-aged man.

Under his leadership, the ten little players of the Burning Legion effortlessly passed through the layers of defenses in the farm and arrived at the street closest to the central farm.

Along the way, the NPC was not idle, and kept introducing them to Naluo, the pillar industry of Songluomu Farm.

It's as if they are not mercenaries, but businessmen who came here to inspect.

Fang Chang listened with an interested expression, and occasionally said a few words of pandering, but he didn't take it seriously in his heart.

He knew what the person behind this guy was planning.

He simply wants to sell the "specialties" here to the Alliance through his "mercenary group that is quite powerful in the alliance".

However, this guy probably would never have dreamed about who he was describing his son's business plan to.

Finally they arrived at their destination, where an officer in formal attire and who seemed to have a high status was already waiting for them.

Seeing the group of people approaching, the officer's eyes lit up, a bright smile appeared on his face, and he stretched out his right hand to greet them.

"Welcome! Friends from far away! I am Luo Feihui, the commander here. The master asked me to say thank you on his behalf. Thank you very much for helping us send this batch of precious arms from the north!"

Unexpectedly, the person eating together was the captain. Fang Chang had a flattered expression on his face, stretched out his right hand to shake his hand, and said with a smile.

"You're welcome! We are just mercenaries who get paid to do things."

The commander of Luo Feihui said with a smile.

"You don't look like mercenaries."

Fang Chang asked Yu with an unchanging smile.

"Why do you say that?"

The captain of Luo Feihui took his hand back and continued talking with a smile on his face.

"I have dealt with many mercenaries. Most of them are rude in conversation, not very polite in their habits, and few of them follow the rules. You are different. You are not polite, and you don't have any calluses on your hands. …With all due respect, you don’t look like a weather-beaten wasteland traveler at all. Instead, you look like——”

When he said this, he paused for a moment as if on purpose.

"Instead, they look like residents of a shelter."

The moment they heard these words, except for Fang Chang who was standing in front of the man, the other players around him couldn't help but move their eyebrows, and a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes.

Tu guy.

Wearing a gang? !