This Game Is Too Realistic

"Survivor Daily"

[Yesterday evening, the 1,000-man team of the Legion's 310,000-man team and the "Purge" team launched an offensive on Heiyun Peak, the second mountain of Shifeng Mountain, and took control of the entire mountain at 22:10...

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It turns out.

The troops directly under the Eastern Legion still have two brushes.

After paying 112 casualties, the elite group of Wilantes equipped with automatic firepower finally planted the legion's flag on the top of the mountain before the clock turned in the early morning.

The remaining green-skinned goblins and goblins either hid in the tunnels and bunkers dug by those people, or retreated to Broken Blade Mountain, the third mountain in Shifeng Mountain.

Compared with Black Cloud Peak, the natural cliff called Broken Blade Mountain is a bit shorter, but there are only a lot more ghosts and axes of nature.

The entire mountain is like a steep sword, cut off in the middle, leaving only half of it. There are cliffs on both sides of the mountain, and even a few trees can't stand, let alone people.

A sloping road spirals toward the top of the mountain, from south to north, and this road is also the most dangerous section of the Eighty Years Old Road. Not to mention that it is difficult for heavy vehicles to pass, even the Death Claws that can climb on rocks have some difficulty.

But even so, compared with several other nearby inaccessible natural dangers, it is easier to build bridges and roads here.

According to the combat deployment of the coalition command, the infantry of the 100th Mountain Division of the Enterprise is responsible for attacking this hilltop, with the alliance and corps providing support from the rear.

The offensive will launch in three days!

Regardless of the battle arrangements for three days later, what Bian Huishui is more concerned about is the legion's performance in this battle.

According to their previous analysis on the forum, the real trump card of the legion has never been the combat capability of individual soldiers, or even a certain unit. The real magic weapon for those guys to win is their huge logistical system and their ability to continue fighting.

Their entire experience is prepared for war. The meaning of all existence is either to complete the production of war soldiers, to train officers and soldiers, or to reward those who have established a good standing on the battlefield. The military nobles of Yuxun.

Therefore, it is of little significance to discuss the combat effectiveness of a certain unit. Enterprises need to rely on numbers to bluff, and these guys really have a hundred divisions.

And it is a standing army that does not need to be mobilized and can be drawn out at any time!

If it weren't for the fact that across the vast desert, the eastern provinces were too far away from the Triumph City, and most of the logistics could only be borne by the slave states, the performance of the expeditionary force would not have been so difficult to describe, let alone the main battle faction. The rear area of ​​​​Jiushi was unable to get support.

However, what is almost surprising is that, leaving aside the performance of the Glorious Army, the performance of the 310,000th team in the battle last night was unexpectedly good?

What surprised him even more was the special force "Elimination Group".

There were a hundred soldiers in total, each nearly three meters tall and as tall as an iron tower. Their whole bodies were covered with jet-black bulletproof linings and exoskeletons.

Their positioning is probably similar to that of a special operations company under a division-level unit, but in fact their performance on the battlefield is more like a "humanoid infantry fighting vehicle" that coordinates infantry advancement.

These tall guys use shotguns and heavy machine guns as their main weapons, especially when using the latter, they can fire while advancing without setting up.

In addition, they are also equipped with a large number of heavy-duty grenades of various types such as incendiary and fragmentation grenades, and a melee weapon such as a tomahawk or hammer hung on their waist as a "supplementary firepower" at close range.

The fighting style of this group of guys is extremely tough, and they can compete with the brothers of the Jungle Corps. They often appear in the most dangerous places on the battle line and use the simplest and crudest methods to kill their opponents. Even the most ferocious mutants cannot withstand their surprise attacks.

If it weren't for the fact that the face that happened to be revealed was indeed that of a human being, Edge Paddling couldn't help but wonder if that thing was a mutant wearing an exoskeleton...

"Those people are you talking about? Of course they are from Willant...just the ones who failed to take the medicine."

Canteen at a military base.

During the meal, Bing Shui talked with Su Ming about this matter. The latter said in a casual tone while handling a bowl of fried rice.

Edge Paddling asked doubtfully.

"What's the meaning?"

Su Ming said.

"Forcibly expressing non-coding genes through awakening potions is not 100% able to awaken them. Depending on the technical route, there is a certain probability of side effects of varying degrees... ranging from death to mild disability or various genetic diseases. You must have heard of it, right? "

Edge scratched his head.

"Um."

The target of Brother Fang seems to be the victim of the awakening potion.

It seems to be a product of the Jushi Army. I remember it was "Dragon Blood".

Because it is free, many people in Boulder City who want to be mercenaries but have no strength have used it. The Boulder Army has even launched a loan specifically for those disabled by dragon blood medicine.

Later, after the inner city collapsed, the new authorities listed "dragon's blood" as a banned drug.

Shelter 404 also has a similar product, but it is much safer than Dragon Blood.

Although the probability of awakening is also a mystery, and it requires several vaccinations, the biggest accident at present is that it cannot awaken, and there will be no physical disability or the like.

Of course, if "difficulty in giving birth to offspring" can be considered a disability, that would be another matter. Most awakened people have this problem.

I speculate that this may also be regarded as a self-protection mechanism of a certain biological population-that is, to prevent the inheritance of the ability to express non-coding genes indiscriminately.

Of course, this is just a guess he made based on the game settings.

In reality, there are no awakened ones at all, and there are not so many mutant creatures.

"...The Weilant people in the elimination team are in a similar situation. You should know that, right? Those guys are 'natural warriors' synthesized through genetic technology by the Weilant Laboratory under the Ministry of Technology during the War Construction Committee period."

Glancing at the soldiers of Task Force Alpha who were dining not far away, Su Ming fiddled with the spoon in his hand and continued in a soft and slow voice.

"If the non-coding genes of ordinary people are a long series of naturally formed shit mountains, then their non-coding genes are designed by humans... There is a saying that the designers of the Ministry of Technology incorporated the 'Gestalt Life Form' into the future. The completed code was written in and then commented out in a way to make up 23 pairs of chromosomes.”

"The original intention of the War and Construction Committee is to use these human beings to deal with slime mold, and by the way, they can also collect some experimental data, which can be used to complete the singularity technology that was not completed in the era of prosperity. After the end of the wasteland era, sterilization or other methods can be used. A more civilized way to eliminate these unstable guys to prevent genetic contamination..."

"This is information I found on Duandian Cloud before. It may answer part of your confusion. As for whether it is true or not, you have to identify it yourself... Anyone can chat with anyone on Duandian Cloud, and sometimes they can brag. It’s mostly forced.”

I relied on vm's translator to understand this sentence, which contained a lot of professional terms. After I scratched my head and tried to understand it, my eyes suddenly widened.

Good guy!

That is to say...

Are mutants living in the DNA of the Vaillant people? !

No, this statement may not be accurate enough. It would be more appropriate to replace it with "some parts of mutants living there".

Mutants are unfinished products of "gestalt lifeforms", and so are the Vaillants.

It's just that the former released all the unstable genes and completely formed a new species, while the latter mixed human genes with some gene fragments that are homologous to mutant DNA!

It is precisely because of this that when the Vaillant people awaken, some people will become stronger humans, and some people will become humans with mutant characteristics.

After all, the essence of awakening is the specific expression of non-coding genes in individuals. No one can say which part of it is expressed well.

"But why is the latter considered a loser?" Bian Huishui continued to ask incomprehensively,

Su Ming made a helpless expression.

"Then you have to ask the experts from the Weiland people...I told you, I also heard it from the endpoint cloud."

Edge stroke: "..."

Just as the two of them were eating, the Alpha Mobile Task Force at the next table had already cleared their plates, and the four of them walked to the place to get their meals in unison.

"Pork and potato rice bowl, three more, more rice." The leader of the team took out the meal card and said concisely.

The waiter who was in charge of the food was stunned when he heard this and counted the people standing in front of the food pick-up point again. No matter how many times he counted, there were four.

But he didn't ask any more questions.

These guys with gas masks hanging on their helmets and goggles covering their eyes don't look like normal people.

"Three servings for you..." After placing the plate of cooked food on the table, he finally couldn't help but remind him, "If the three of you eat together, you can actually order a few separate portions of stir-fried vegetables and rice."

"No, thank you."

The team leader nodded, holding three dinner plates in both hands, and turned to the previous dining table.

Just when the waiter thought it was over, the team member lined up behind the team leader took a step forward and took out the meal card in exactly the same way.

"Pork and potatoes, three more, and more rice."

Waiter: "..."

As he expected, the same goes for the two at the back. They ordered three portions of the same dish, and even the gestures of connecting the plate and thanking them were carved out of the same mold.

It was as if these guys had made an appointment.

Everyone ordered the same dish, and they finished ordering a large bucket of potatoes and roasted pork. Not even half of the other dozen or so dishes were consumed.

In this case, the waiter can only contact the kitchen and ask them to hurry up and fry another bucket and deliver it.

What he didn't know was that in the communication channel that he couldn't hear or see, a series of invisible radio waves were flowing at the speed of light.

“Pork roasted with potatoes is good, recommended.”

"It's really good."

"nice."

"It's really nice."

"satisfy."

"..."

Just as the soldiers of Task Force Alpha finished their meals and returned the plates, a group of corporate soldiers who had just finished training swarmed into the cafeteria.

This group of recruits had received three months of training in the recruit camp. The training did not stop after they arrived here, and their hungry eyes were glowing green.

One of the young men squeezed in front of the meal pick-up point, glanced at the menu on the wall, and quickly slapped the meal card on the clock-in machine.

"Boss, let's have a portion of roasted pork with potatoes! Another portion of braised eggplant, and two portions of rice!"

Hearing this dish made him dizzy. The waiter waved his hand impatiently: "The roasted potatoes and pork are gone. They were fucked by those guys wearing masks. If you want to eat, wait for another half hour."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

"I wipe it!?"

"Done?!"

I didn't think much about eating it at first, but when I heard that it was all done, a group of people immediately swallowed their saliva and queued up curiously.

The queue was getting longer and longer.

Later, not only companies, but also soldiers from other settlements such as the Free State and Garbage City also came to join in the fun.

In just one day, the entire Weifu military base sold nearly 100,000 portions of potato roast pork!

Especially the rice cook from the academy, who started with three servings per person, and the mobile team of a thousand people was shocked to eat like a team of ten thousand people!

Although the coalition's canteen is not for profit, and the profit from a meal is not much, only 1 to 2 Cr, it is still a large amount of money.

There was no fighting on the Northern Front that day.

A small number of legionnaires were clearing out the remaining mutants and goblins in the tunnels of Black Cloud Peak. Behind those Wilantes, the Alliance's potato-roasted pork rice bowl quietly became popular throughout the military base...

Not only were the players dumbfounded, but even Chu Guang, who was far away in Dawn City, was unexpected.

With just one dish, these soldiers from all over the world showed off all the potatoes at the military base...

When Chu Guang, who was far away in Dawn City, received the report from the front line, he was stunned for a few seconds.

"Good guy...can this military base still be profitable?!"

Frankly speaking, Chu Guang really never thought about making money by sticking donors.

Today's alliance is no longer the small, poor village it once was.

As the manager of the alliance, his responsibility is not just to do everything possible to feed the people who support him, but to lead those guys who are already fed and drunk to rebuild a greater era and unite more people. People who haven’t had enough to eat.

It is precisely because of this that, including train transportation capacity, where Duoduo could have made a profit, he almost gave the cost price to the friendly forces who adhered to the donor.

And if the logistics materials are produced in the industrial zones of Dawn City and Boulder City, they can even be discounted on the basis of the cost price! It is equivalent to the alliance giving financial subsidies to encourage all parties involved in donors to produce logistical materials in the alliance's industrial area!

Although doing so will increase the fiscal deficit in the short term, in the longer term, the benefits brought by this are far beyond what a small deficit can match.

"Foreign trade orders" bring not only funds, technology and talents, but also closer cooperative relationships.

Even if the war ends in the future, all of these orders will not disappear. Some will always be retained due to the close cooperative relationship formed by the two sides during the war.

Including the funds, technology, talents, etc. that come with those orders.

This can be regarded as a kind of conspiracy.

All parties have long-term interests in solving the slime mold problem, and short-term demands in solving the "natural disaster" of the Torch Church.

Even the most stingy of technology colleges are willing to bear the risk of technology outflow, and transfer some less critical industries that have a large demand on the front line to production in Boulder City, which is closer to the front line, or even give them to the Boulder Army to replace them. .

For example, the capacitor used in the Gauss rifle and the polymer bulletproof lining of the exoskeleton, etc.

The associated technologies are enough to drive the upgrade of dozens of industry chains in the alliance.

In comparison, the financial subsidies paid by the league are negligible.

It is no exaggeration to say that Chu Guang has been prepared to spend money for a long time to launch this war.

What he didn't expect was that just three weeks after the war officially started, they were actually making a profit from the canteen?

Xiao Qi, who was sitting on the pen holder, looked at him with bright eyes and gave him a thumbs up with admiration.

"As expected of the master! Others lose money in wars, but the master not only did not lose money, but also made a fortune!"

Chu Guang coughed dryly.

"...Even if you praise me, it won't do any good."

"How come?"

Holding her chin with both hands, Xiao Qi looked shy and stared at him through her fingers with a pair of big bright eyes.

"The master is happy, which is the happiest thing for Xiaoqi...hehe."

Alas? !

Chu Guang glanced at the little one in surprise.

Why do you feel like this guy is getting smarter and smarter?

But who did you learn this saucy talk from?

Is this how the word is used?

"I always feel like someone is thinking about something rude..."

Staring at Chu Guang with a suspicious face, Xiao Qi crossed her arms in front of her chest, and the tip of her slightly raised lips seemed not to be satisfied with his surprised expression.

With a slight cough, Chu Guang brought the interrupted topic back on track.

"No, I was just thinking... I was negligent before and almost forgot about our old profession."

The alliance was developing so fast that he even forgot about the salaries of those soldiers.

Including the task rewards he gives to players.

The money these guys made could not be spent in Shuguang City anyway, and in the end 80% of it was exchanged at the official bank exchange.

It's better to just let them spend their time on the front line.

What the alliance currently lacks is not productivity, but something that can release productivity and generate positive returns. Maybe you can rely on the spending power of these guys to build a settlement out of nowhere.

This kind of thing is not impossible.

I heard reports from the front line that some vendors from Mafu Town even drove ox carts to the railway terminal - non-military personnel are not allowed to take the train to the Weifu Military Base Station - and set up stalls there to sell some locally produced milk, Horse milk and other dairy products.

When survivors from other parts of Jinchuan Province gather, over time, new settlements may be formed there.

"What's your job?" Xiao Qi tilted her head, wondering which one Chu Guang was referring to. After all, he had too many tricks.

"Heavy industry barbecue, light industry beer... Of course, the conditions are worse than before, so there is nothing else to do besides eating."

Chu Guang smiled faintly, waved his index finger in the air, and flicked the holographic screen to open the task dispatch and servo activity window.

His imagination is limited, but he believes that his little players have unlimited imagination.

"...Send some professional life players to the front lines."

…

While the coalition forces on the northern front were busy cooking, the mutants on Shifeng Mountain were also happily cooking.

But dry rice is not rice, but livestock or livestock-like people.

The Torch Church provides them with abundant food and reproduction tools.

Ever since the fire started in Haiya Province, they have been holding banquets every day, and they have never stopped.

Although they have lost two mountains, these green-skinned guys are not worried at all.

This fierce battle has just begun, and the coalition of human gadgets has just entered their field.

In addition to things that can dig holes, they also have things that can fly. When those human things actually reach the mountainside, their nightmare begins.

They will tear those guys apart bit by bit, use their blood and internal organs to sacrifice their dead fellows, and please their "King of Beasts"!

Broken Blade Mountain.

All over the mountain, green-skinned mutants and goblins were busy preparing for war.

Except for one guy.

In a spacious cave, a big green-skinned man about ten meters long was sitting in the middle of a pile of humanoid skeletons like a rockery, snoring.

The green skin is like moss that has not seen the sun for a long time, and the bumps are like toads. Its arms are like excavator shovels, and the snoring sound from its mouth is like thunder. The saliva hanging from the corner of its mouth drips from time to time on the bones underneath it, making a corrosive squeaking sound.

Its name is Oulon, and he is the leader of the Rockaxe clan. He is the biggest guy with the most appetite and strength in the entire tribe. He is also a rare natural mutant among mutants.

As an exception to the Gestalt Life Project, it has some of the characteristics of super mutants. Even if its head is smashed, it will not die. Instead, it will go crazy because of losing its mind. Its resilience can even exceed that of some fruiting bodies of slime mold. Even better than "Roshan".

Although he looks like a severely obese disabled person when sleeping, he is not slow at all when he is awake and can even slap a tank away with one slap.

At this moment, there was a sound at the door. The ears that drooped on his head like pig ears were lifted up. Ou Long, who was sleeping soundly, raised half of his eyelids and purred heavily from his mouth. Dull 㱕hem.

"What's going on?"

This is one of its special functions. It only wakes up half of the head, while the remaining half is still asleep.

Standing at the entrance of the cave, a middle-aged man in a white robe said in a smooth voice.

"I brought you some bad news."

Oulon snorted expressionlessly.

"say."

The man said slowly.

"You'll have a full meal soon."

Oulon let out a dull laugh, like a roaring dragon.

"Then I'm really looking forward to it."

After saying that, it closed half of its eyes again and seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

The man nodded, turned around and disappeared from the entrance of the cave, as if he had never been there.

Ou Long, who was sleeping soundly, opened his eyes, a hint of impatience flashed through his amber pupils.

Although many people in the tribe call that human thing the "King of Beasts", he doesn't really like this guy who is pretending to be a ghost.

中中It is the king of beasts!

It's a pity that the guy is Tooru.

Whether you throw a stone at him or spit on him, it will pass through him.

That guy had an entity, and it had already eaten him up!

…

While the human soldiers and mutants on the northern front were busy cooking, they boarded the wrong ship and ran to the Baiyue Strait. Isel and his 10,000 subordinates finally had their first bite of hot rice.

Grabbing a piece of golden stick-shaped "bread" and eating it, Isel couldn't help but ask with his mouth full of oil.

"What is this?"

"Churros."

After taking a look at this guy who had never seen the world, Fang stood on the dock and said concisely, "Remember, this is your first meal after landing. From now on, this will be the Youtiao Port."

Yesterday at noon, the Jungle Corps sent a team of personnel to go deep into the jungle on the south coast to eliminate the local alien species, and cooperated with the Goblin Corps' W-2H seaplane to remove at least one nest.

At almost noon today, this group of expeditionary force soldiers landed on the south bank of the Baiyue Strait, camped on the beach, and cooperated with the French Fries Port construction team to build a simple wooden dock on the south bank and pulled it up along the coastline. Underwater isolation net.

In the evening, the French Fries Port supply ship finally arrived and delivered the fried dough sticks before the soldiers starved.

Unexpectedly, the alliance actually gave them bread. The rat tribe soldiers were so excited that after receiving the rations, they stuffed their mouths hungrily.

In Borneo, people have to have at least a decent job to be able to afford food, and most people eat soil and beans.

Although the bread was a bit oily, no one disliked it at all. Instead, I was moved to tears by the alliance's generosity.

In fact, let alone the soldiers, the officers who were born as civilians have never seen this kind of greasy bread.

Although some Shuguang City delicacies have appeared in the Port of Kinlun, limited by factors such as border closures and distances, the food culture of the Alliance has not yet entered the hinterland of Borneo, and is only available on a small scale in its surrounding areas.㱕 dissemination.

Even if these officers had seen a little bit of the world, they couldn't bear to live on the sea for two weeks eating dry food. Everyone was almost speechless.

Not to mention the lower-level officers, even Captain Iser's appearance was not very elegant. He chewed and swallowed hard while mumbling with his oily mouth.

"Thank you... we will remember your help to us. After the war is over, I will give your Majesty a few kind words for you."

Fang Chang chuckled, not taking his insistence seriously, and continued in a businesslike tone.

"You're welcome. You did a good job today. This is the reward you deserve. Starting from today, we will assign new tasks to you, including barracks construction and road construction, etc... If your performance meets our expectations , we will pay you.”

Hearing what Fang Chang said, Iser was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said angrily when he came back to his senses.

"Wait! We are here to fight, not to help you repair the port!"

He understands building the pier.

After all, people can hold the driftwood and swim to the shore, but the supplies will be useless if they soak into the sea. With tens of thousands of people waiting to eat, we can't just rely on small boats to deliver them to the shore one by one.

He can even understand the construction of barracks. After all, other people also need a place to live.

What about the road construction?

Why do they look like they are here to open up wasteland!

However, although this guy's mouth was not as hard as usual, the chewing action on his mouth did not stop at all.

Fang Chang chuckled.

"Then just buy the order."

Isser was stunned.

"single?"

Fang Chang rolled his eyes.

"That's right, you don't think eating 㱕 is free, do you?"

When Isel heard this, the fried dough stick in his mouth almost fell to the beach, and he pulled it down and said anxiously.

"Wait a minute, didn't you...said you would bear our supplies? What about your commitment to the donors?"

Fang Chang explained patiently.

"We do promise to bear your supplies, but this is not free. In addition, I have inquired that your Majesty the Emperor did recharge your meal card for you. The money was recharged at the canteen of the Weifu Military Base. Here and The Weifu military base is at least 1,000 kilometers away, so we can't ask them to come over and build a stove specifically for you."

Isel was anxious.

"What's the difference? Aren't they all where you live?"

Fang Chang resisted the urge to roll his eyes and said patiently.

"What's the difference? Port of Chips is Port of Chips, and Weifu is Weifu. Can you understand that one thing is the same?"

It's too much trouble explaining the rules to this guy.

Looking at General Iser who still looked confused, Fang Chang took a deep breath and decided to change his communication method.

"Listen, we are not benevolent managers, let alone charity. If you want to eat, you have to pay. If you don't have money, we can lend it to you, even generously without interest. You must repay it according to our way. Otherwise, your Majesty will pay for this debt, or you can find a way on your own. Don’t expect us to support you in vain. "

Iser's face turned blue and white with anger, and he wanted to take out a gun and point it at this guy's head.

He could only swallow his breath when he thought that His Majesty's most elite Gray Wolf Army had been beaten up by this guy, and that behind him were all the Rat Men.

Looking at the silent General Iser, Fang Chang suddenly thought of something and said with a smile.

"Be happy. In fact, this is not a bad thing. If you know the situation on the northern line, you will thank me."

Isel asked subconsciously.

"What happened on the Northern Front? Has there been a fight?"

Fang Chang did not answer his question, but asked with a smile.

"Do you know a Mordeck guy?"

Isel said immediately.

"The captain of a thousand men under General Babita! I know him. What's wrong with him?"

"What happened to him?" Fang Chang smiled faintly and continued, "He was reincarnated with his subordinates last night."

The legion fired two 400mm heavy artillery pieces. Judging from the explosion effect, they should be thermobaric bombs or something similar. In short, the power was amazing.

Although the effect on the mutants below the mountain can only be said to be average, all the dead people and non-dead people on that mountain were hit by this cannonball.

Babita claimed that the Mordaker guy was killed in a battle with mutants.

However, the players of the Death Corps each saw that there were actually some people fighting on the mountain when the cannonball fell.

Those people are not like ordinary soldiers, but more like officers.

After all, they also see how low the morale of the rat tribe soldiers is.

That unlucky guy's name appeared in the official website forum discussion thread, and only a few words appeared in it.

Fang Chang didn't sympathize with that guy. After all, he didn't know him and didn't care, but he felt that the man in front of him was ignorant.

The survivors of Jinqilun Port do not need to thank themselves. After all, Baiyue Company's local operations are more of a business, using advanced methods and technologies in exchange for local labor. Before they went there, those people could survive just by eating dirt, and at most they suffered what they deserved.

I pulled these guys out of hell, so that they didn't have to roll into the meat grinder like those clones.

And he is still picking and choosing.

"If you still want to have breakfast, then do as we say."

After saying these words, Fang Chang shook his head, turned around and walked away from the pier.

Looking at his back, Iser swallowed, feeling hot and sweating on his back, but his palms were slightly cold.

The moment he heard about Mordek's fate, he suddenly felt that he was on the wrong boat...

Not far away, a few rat tribe cannon fodders carrying shovels exchanged blank glances, but they were thinking about other things.

breakfast?

What is breakfast?