This Game Is Too Realistic

Just when the Duke of Galawa was thinking about whether to send some people to the front lines to collect the spoils, the military column coming out of 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 smoke in the distance, put down their work one after another, 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 a truck 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 because of the murderous aura.

In the Jinhe City area, the alliance flag is a symbol of order, and the rumbling sound of steel clashing brings them more of a sense of security, not fear or death.

Those are the people who drove away the predators, slave owners, and mutants from here!

He even helped them rebuild their homes!

The eyes of each pair of people watching the train radiated with warmth and hope.

"That car..."

"It's the Alliance military column!"

"Brothers from the Alliance are back!"

"A lot of artillery! Are they going to fight somewhere again?"

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

The entrance of Chenchen Town.

Mayor Qin Baitian came in a hurry with excitement written all over his face. He was leaning on a cane and his hands were shaking as he looked at the train and muttered.

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

After Chenchen Town was rebuilt, the three gods they enshrined in the ancestral hall left a note and said goodbye to this town.

The note said that in order to save this declining world, they wanted 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. Walk down the path that has been illuminated, you are us. 】

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

There was a little sadness in his eyes, but that was just sadness, but more of a blessing.

Maybe the time has not come yet...

They will keep in mind the teachings of those three adults and continue walking down the road that is already filled with sunshine.

…

Singularity City.

The sound of rumbling came from a distance, and 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 move southward without slowing down. Open.

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 Singularity City.

The living standards are linked to the completion of production tasks. Production tasks are delegated layer by layer according to districts, teams, and groups, and are assessed layer by layer.

If you want to live a comfortable life, you have to work hard. Only the best production teams can have access to the most advanced production tools in the region. Only the best production teams can have the most equipment. Resources, if you want to be a team leader, you have to be the person with the most outstanding performance in the group.

Of course, you can put it out, but you won't get whipped like you did on a real farm before. It will just hinder other team members and even other team production tasks. You can't run away if the captain puts on small shoes and boils wheat for a while.

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

It's a pity that even with all his strength, he couldn't defeat those guys who were former serfs. So much so that his former servants became the team leader and ordered him to do this and that, but he was still working with 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 it was in 2000. At least he has cured all his stinky problems such as fatty liver and athlete's foot. alright.

Occasionally, he would think that he could just leave the farm if he really couldn't. Anyway, the farmer named Hanshuang never forbid anyone from leaving here, and he even left a captain before.

When he thought about leaving, he would never come back. It might not be better in the wasteland than here. He couldn't help but panic, and finally gritted his teeth and decided to endure it.

The same goes for Ma Hechang next to him.

I originally counted on the alliance to "appoint people on their own merits". After being a mayor, I had some reputation, so I could go to Singularity City and become a captain, but I didn't want to have to compete with those bastards for work. He suddenly I feel like I've been fooled.

These people don't respect talents as much as they say!

Being able to be a high-level person in a town, wouldn't he be more elite than Liu Youxiong, who couldn't even speak clearly and knew how to hunt?

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

If he hadn't thought about leaving here, he would have suffered so much during this period. No one would have remembered the merits of the citizens of Hope Town who surrendered. He even wanted to just leave and 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 2000. At the rate they're repairing it, they'll probably be able to repair it to the edge of Nishikawa Province."

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

On the edge of Jinchuan Province, isn't it the area of ​​​​Weifu Pingcheng?

He has heard of it.

Once upon a time, Weifu Ping was actually Weifu City, but that city was destroyed even more thoroughly than Jinhe City, with nothing but endless desolation and piles of concrete.

There is a settlement called "Fuzhuang", which is built on the "Wei River" next to the old site of Weifu City, and is located more than a kilometer 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 that’s just a lie or not.

Starting from the year before or the year before, the Torch Church had occupied its territory, and they even started planting fruits earlier than Boss Zhao's Pine Cone Wood 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 merchants and wastelanders in Hope Town that the master of the mansion and the whole family had converted to the Torch faith and followed in the footsteps of the bishop, bringing with them all their family members, servants and retainers. And the serfs moved to Haitang Province to build the "heavenly kingdom" of the new era there.

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

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

"Haha... aren't they the mortal enemies of mutants? They are probably looking for those beasts."

Ma Hechang smacked his lips and continued to fuck on the ground with his head buried regardless of the train that was getting further and further away.

Die.

It's best if both waves of animals 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 at his feet.

He did not deny that those guys were noble people, and being noble did not mean being lovable.

These are two different things!

In comparison, it was the Weirant people he had heard of in rumors who sounded more likable...

At the same time, the Pinecone Farm Mansion stood on the rooftop balcony and looked in the direction of the train.

Unknowingly, more than half a year has passed.

Since her physical body died and she changed into a humanoid body, she found that she had become sensitive to time. It was like being distracted, and a long time had actually passed around me. However, after I came back to my senses, I could easily remember what happened during this period.

This feeling is like sitting in the audience watching a movie without an ending.

Even now that she has walked out of that "sacred realm", 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 overlooks the world from this perspective...

It seems that people are no longer human, they can only manipulate chess pieces to achieve their goals.

There seemed to be a layer of mist in her pupils, as she stared in the direction of the disappearing wisp of smoke, her thin lips moving softly.

"Mr. Manager...the first person is back."

"uh-huh!"

Standing next to Yinyin, Hanshuang, wearing a maid outfit, had a charming and confident smile on his face, but his words in 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 used in physical combat.

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 smooth voice.

"We have to mobilize supplies as soon as possible and send a batch over. The front line will be on the ground soon."

When Singularity City was first rebuilt in 2009, the administrators 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 Nishikawa 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 for frontline soldiers, isolation areas to accommodate patients suffering from the disease, etc.

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

"Yes!" Hanshuang Li nodded, with a bright smile on his face, "I have received the manager's list. There are many supplies in the warehouse, so I have sent them all!"

Sun Eclipse was stunned for a moment: "Not even... 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!"

Eclipse: "..."

…

With a total length of one thousand kilometers, the military column drove out from Shuguang City and passed through the plains and jungles. After turning left and right, it finally reached the border of Jinhe County.

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 jungle filled with vitality. Passing through large tracts of jungle 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 my brothers in the Burning Legion...

Holding the sausage I bought from Groom Town in my hand, I looked out the window with my big debt-filled eyes and couldn't help but yawned, thinking that the time I spent hanging up was too long.

"How long do we have?"

"It's almost time," said Yu Zhuan, a boy at the construction site who glanced at the map and then out the window, stroking his chin. "After the Wei River, there is Shifeng Mountain, which stretches for eighty miles along the Bone Road. 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.

It was only later that a group of mutants who ate people but did not spit out bones went there and set 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 as the Blood Peak. 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 arm them with the technology of the Prosperity Era.

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 we don't eat."

The person sitting next to me [bringing an umbrella but not bringing an umbrella at midnight] 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.

In the deepest part of the wilderness, 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 unit is quite complex. There are 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 gangsters hiding in the slums, and sent the arrested people to the mines in Qingshi County for training and labor reform. Later, they were organized into punishment battalions and sent to the forefront of the resistance wave.

In the battle against the tide, their courageous performance was recognized by the Jushi Cheng Militia Group.

After the wave ended, the administrators incorporated the survivors into the Southern Construction Corps, and sent them to Jinchuan Province together with other criminals who were still undergoing labor reform to build roads and bridges for the upcoming "War in Paradise". 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. Numerous trenches, machine gun bunkers, and other defensive bunkers were dug.

The enemies in the south would not just watch the Alliance dig holes and build roads here, but would gather mutant troops from time to time 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 them!

The greenskins wielding clubs and rifles looked like a rabble, but when they started 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 capabilities.

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 blast the left half of their chests, so that the rotten meat there can't be destroyed at all. No time to grow before the blood dries up.

It is 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 accepted 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.

It shows that the mutants are not really afraid of death. When they encounter someone more ruthless than themselves, they will still feel hesitant and fearful, and may even cower.

But——

Another possibility is not ruled out.

They are not afraid, but the hard nut of consciousness is not so easy to crack, so they secretly accumulate strength and plan 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, a mallet-like shotgun in his hand, and armor-like solid steel hanging under his muscular shoulders.

Especially the legs, from the knees down, the entire calves and soles have been transformed into mechanical feet, and the pointed 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! Alliance's!"

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

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

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

"Roar--!"

War cries one after another beat on the mountain top, like beating war drums, and in a moment a sparse team of about a thousand people was called out.

In addition to the strong greenskins, there were also some dwarfs who were only as high as the knees of ordinary mutants, and they all followed the big guys in a hurry.

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 already close to being disabled. Just looking at their appearance, people can't associate them with mutants.

Since mutants were not reproducing fast enough, the Torch Church 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 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 very quickly, and their birth is bloody, they can rely on self-reproduction to form sufficient combat effectiveness in a short period of time.

Players active in the southern part of the Nishikawa Province call them goblins, and the green-skinned "classic skin" enters the area. The operator of "Wasteland OL" continued to use this title and updated it in the settings.

In fact, not to mention outsiders, even the mutants themselves do not admit that these weak guys are mutants, and mostly call them "short things" 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 pulling gun ropes. They may not be as useful as the clone cannon fodder carefully designed by the Wilantes.

The reason why the mutants on Shifeng Mountain allow these short things to stay in their lair is because they can help with some favors and don't have much meat on their bones.

Just as a group of green-skinned mutants swarmed down the mountain, they didn't pay attention. A gray, fat mouse was 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 are looking at you from a long way away. 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 Bian Piao Shui.

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

He held a moment of silence for half a second for the mutants who were descending the mountain, and then continued to speak despite being forced to do so.

"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 his skills, but I think you don't need his one either."

The edge paddling smiled back to you.

"How could it be? He is 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 management team gave them to us! The caliber of those things is larger than the one on the Heart of Steel. My brothers have never seen the world, and they are all noisy. If you want to try firing a cannon, let’s try it with the gang of enemies who came down from the mountain.”

"Boy, that 902 cannon?!" The strong man clicked his tongue in surprise, "You brought it with you in the first battle?"

"What about that? Keep it and wait for it to lay eggs."

"Hahaha, Ting, let me 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 there was no trace of that 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 things like wrist-mounted computers that were in the way, he had already thrown them 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. 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 just one lift of their weapons above their heads. The short goblins looked anxious and had to carry rafts to paddle across, or give way. The big guys carried themselves over.

Seeing that the group of green-skinned guys were about to touch the other side of the river, just when Mr. Garbage 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 a few miles away, it shook the calm river surface.

The garbage-picking level 99 was slightly stunned. Like the mutants standing in the river, they looked at the direction of the sound with a confused look on their faces.

"...What the hell?" Mr. Junk muttered, but an ominous premonition quietly crept into his mind.

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

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

"Brothers——"

"Follow me!"

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

The surrounding 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 management!"

"Crush them!"

"Ouch!"

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