This Game Is Too Realistic

2021-09-02

  Chapter 90, the leader, our advantage is great!

Although it was against the wind on the way back, Hein felt his body floating, and the arrow wound on his leg didn't hurt so much.

Due to planning needs, he stayed in those blue coat camps for a day. It is now the afternoon of second day, and just a few hours ago, he was invited by the man to join together. Lunch.

That lunch impressed him deeply. The main dish was steamed crab leg meat, and the side dish was mushroom soup + lamb mashed potatoes.

Being able to kill the Cleftclaw Crab, it seems that the strength of this group is stronger than he imagined, at least with anti-armor firepower.

And the mashed lamb is sprinkled with soy sauce for flavor.

With plenty of military virtues and adequate supplies, the Bloodhand clan really provokes a terrifying opponent. It is not wrong to break two teams in their hands!

Hein is a businessman, and the businessman is very realistic.

He will always be on the side of the winner... at least the one with the most hope of victory.

Actually, when the man named Chu Guang persuaded himself, he could tell that he did not understand the rules of the Horseshoe Trading Company very well.

Even if you perform fiercely in front of the boss, it is impossible to get rid of the days of pinning your head to your waistband.

Although I am nominally a "salesman" of Trading Company, in fact, the nature of a salesman is closer to that of a partner.

They are active in the southern part of the River Valley Province, using the Horseshoe Trading Company to do business, and then get a share of each transaction.

Hein roughly calculated an account.

Even if two groups of troops were lost, the bloodhand clan still had a strong labor force named fifty-sixty. If you count cannon fodder and captives, there would be nearly a hundred people.

Even if he can take one third back, it is enough to make him a horseshoe Trading Company-and even the legend of the entire Red River Town.

Those who can work are sold to mine owners, those who lack arms and legs are sent for organ harvesting, and sold to Boulder City or other large survivor settlements in the northern part of the River Valley Province, both high and low. 1000% profit.

No matter how you think this business is made by blood.

As for whether these blue jackets can win?   To be honest, he never considered the probability that they would lose.

These people can work diligently like cows, and hunt fiercely like wolves. They even put themselves in the wasteland for many years.

Both tactically and strategically, they have amazing advantages.

And the leader of these people is a man who makes people unable to guess the depth.

This group of people is quite terrifying!    Hain’s instinct tells himself that if you have a good relationship with these people, you will definitely have a lot of money in the future, maybe it will be more expensive than working in Trading Company!    ……

Following the elevated wreckage out of the city to the north, after going around a few collapsed ruins, Hain soon saw the tire factory occupied by the Bloodhand clan.

The concrete exterior wall is placed with spiked stakes and steel bars as obstacles, and the wall is smeared with unidentified and chilling graffiti with blood.

A headless corpse was abandoned in the drain on the side of the road. It was being eaten by a few fat rats. Thinking about which hapless slave could not make this group of Barbarian happy.

Hein smashed his tongue, secretly said in one's heart with a pity, holding the wooden box in his hand, and kept moving towards the wooden gate.

"I'm Hein, open the door!"

The bandage on the leg has already been removed, and the wound has stopped bleeding. Hein pretended to yell, moved towards the wall The sentry waved.

Recognizing Hain's face, the man with a shaved head and scarlet paint on his face walked to the steel winch and stretched out his muscular arm to break the winch.

Accompanied by the sound of gē gē gē, the wooden door slowly opened.

Hein did not stop for a moment, and quickly walked into the stronghold of the Bloodhand clan, led by a robber sentry, to the bear's camp.

Put the box on the ground, his forehead close to the ground.

"Honorable Chief! Those people are a group of Barbarians. I'm sorry I have tried my best, but they can't communicate at all." The man, the bear sitting leaning on the chair, leaned his chin on his fist with a lazy expression.

"You didn't bring my people back."

"Yes... because there are simply no captives."

"No?"

The bear sat up straight from the chair, his small eyes almost squeezed by the tight flesh on his face.

"You said there were no prisoners, what do you mean."

He knew very well the virtues of his men.

If you encounter those wicked people, you may still fight to the death, but fight with the blue jacket... Even if you can't win, there is no chance of a bloody fight to the end.

The 20-point bargaining chip is exchanged for a prisoner to come back without loss. After the cultivation period is for a period of time, all the people will be concentrated to find the place.

As for those who lack arms and legs, he directly let the slave dealer in front of him take care of them.

He even suspected that the man in front of him was lying and negotiating in his own name, but sent the prisoners elsewhere.

Hein has a keen sense of atmosphere.

Even if he couldn't see the expression on the bear's face, he guessed what the muscular straw bag was thinking, so he quickly brewed an expression of grief and anger, and moved out the words he had prepared.

"Those people are just a bunch of scumbags, mice, and maggots in blue coats! They don't care about benevolence, justice and morality at all, and every cell is engraved with the word cunning."

"They pretended to accept the surrender of your men, but after your men put down their weapons, they cruelly hanged your men at the door!"

With that, Hein opened In the box in his hand, there are finger bones strung together into a necklace.

The bear's eyes shrank to a point in an instant, and his right fist slammed on the armrest of the chair.

"I'm going to chop off the limbs of this group of mice and throw them into the dungeon to feed the cockroaches!"

The rude roar echoed in the camp, and the flames on the brazier swayed. . The robber veteran on the side squeezed the knife and axe around his waist, and watched Hein's expression start to flicker.

Only waiting for the leader to give an order, they will step forward and chop the rude person who offended the leader into mash, to vent their anger to the great leader.

I felt the bear's rage.

Hein didn't dare to breathe, and continued to complain in tears.

"Dear leader, you don’t know what happened to me! I walked into their camp with the purpose of peace, and even took the initiative to hand in weapons to them Sentry. However, I just saw their leader, and the man ordered me to jail."

"They didn’t want to negotiate at all, and they didn’t plan to negotiate! The man threw the wooden box away. Give it to me, not only laugh at me, say that the people you want are here, but also let me... let me burn it for you!"

"Although they didn't hang me immediately, they were probably afraid I leaked their old soles and insisted on keeping me locked up. I was worried that nights would be long and dreamy, and that I would be killed at dawn, so I used the chips hidden in the soles of my shoes to buy out the guards, and ran out of their camp overnight with a wooden box."

"But those people reacted quickly and immediately realized that I was missing, and sent a hunter to chase me. I didn't dare to go north, so I could only detour to the east gate, but before entering the city, I was still caught I shot an arrow."

"Fortunately, the arrow didn’t hurt the key. I hid your belongings in the trash can, and I got into a ruin. Almost as soon as the front foot entered, they just I searched it! But fortunately, they didn’t notice me. I hid in the ruins until dawn until they went home."

"After confirming that there is no danger, I dare not delay for a moment. Take the box immediately and come back to report to you!" Hein said with a nose and tears, and the bear sitting on the seat finally diverted his anger from him.

Eyes locked tightly on Hain, Xiong solemnly asked.

"You said they were worried that you had leaked their old bottom? What do they have?" Hein continued speaking quickly.

"Those people are not actually the residents of the refuge, they are just scavengers who wandered over from nowhere. They deceived and occupied the magpie's nest, occupying a refuge hidden in the wetland park. They dropped their blue coats and pretended that they were residents of the refuge, and used this to deceive the wastelanders passing by."

"They are not as strong as they seem on the surface, just a bunch of scorns. Stubborn, bullying and fearful villains. Their number is even smaller, only about 30 people, and the rest are prisoners of the original refuge. Their favorite thing to do is to light a bonfire in the middle of the camp late at night, and then burn Those good-looking captives came out to party...you know what I’m talking about."

"So if you plan to do something with them, it’s best to choose in the early hours of the night."

Hein lowered his eyebrows, skillfully telling a story someone told him.

"That was the time when their defense was the weakest. Many people didn't even wear clothes... I took the opportunity to escape at that time."

The captive.

In the shelter.

A touch of greed floated on the bear's face.

The clone presented on Bethe Street has long been broken by him, and it is estimated that it has been disassembled into parts by his men.

Besides, the toy that doesn't have any mood swings, neither screams nor cry, can't arouse his interest at all.

If there is no scream, how can he show his bravery?

Those who come out of the refuge are different, no matter where they are, those people are the most High Level goods.

"What about the guns? How many guns do they have?" Xiong then asked his most concern.

Seeing that this leader was already in his heart, Haien was overjoyed and said quickly.

"Up to thirty! Half of them were captured from your people! And they have very little ammunition reserves, and more than half of them even use bows and javelins."

" You see, my leg injury was left by the arrows they shot!"

Hear the bows and arrows.

The bear's expression is even more contemptuous.

Those primordial gadgets are the weapons of scavengers, unless there are a few "awakened" with special abilities, or mutants with extremely developed muscles, most people, as long as they have the conditions, would rather use black gunpowder. With his soil gun, he would not use lance to fight with bows and arrows.

Xiong himself is two meters long and he is full of strength. The four people wrestling the wrist together can not move his arm. An ordinary person can't walk if he wears a twenty or thirty catties armor, but his armor weighs a hundred catties, and the chest armor is even more of a homogenous steel weighing fifty catties!

Let alone a crossbow javelin, even ordinary bullets hit it like a scratch, leaving some scratches at most.

In his opinion, trampling to death the scavengers is no different from trampling to death a colony of ants.

"My lord, I think this matter should be considered carefully," the man with a horse-faced face standing next to him nodded his head and continued in a deep voice.

"Badgers and Qiangs are not weak, and their tribes are also brave and good fighters. However, they are in the hands of the scavengers one after another, I always think things are strange."

Hearing this speech, Haien felt anxious and was about to speak. However, seeing Xiong wave his hand, he directly interrupted what the horse-faced man said.

"Badgers are courageous but not arrogant, and they are courageous and courageous. The two of them can't be called elite. But it's just a group of scavengers. I personally lead the team and concentrate everyone's hands and crush them to death."

The bear didn't want to drag it too long.

If it drags on for too long, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the weather is getting colder and colder. The more difficult it is to fight this battle.

Besides, the prisoners in the refuge were all killed by scavengers, so what else did they play?

Besides, he doesn't even look down on the two people, Xi and Badger. The real main force is those who follow him to the north to fight the autumn breeze.

Haien relaxed in his heart.

In order to make the bear no longer hesitate, he decided to put another dose of fierce material out.

"Master, you don't need to worry too much, our advantage is actually very big!"

"When I entered the wetland park, I found that they were camping on the northwest side of the river. , To build the brick kiln, it is estimated that the plan is to reinforce the bunker while the snow has not yet fallen. This is violent. It reveals their inner fear and weakness!"

"You only need to take advantage of the night to march, Directly attack their brick factory, they must be in chaos! When the time comes, we only need to chase after victory and chase their deserters into their camp, where the wealth and supplies will be yours. "

As he said, Haien had an angry expression on his face.

"And I fiercely vented my anger and avenged this arrow!"

"Brick Kiln?" Xiong touched his chin with interest, "How many people are there? "

"There are at least ten people! Sixty percent are males captured from the refuge, and 40 percent are their own!"

Xiong was overjoyed and shot Chair armrests.

"Okay!"

Although we can't say full trust for this slave merchant, the brick kiln is very easy to verify, and you can know it at a glance.

After saying that, Xiong immediately looked towards the horse-faced man, instructed with a command tone.

"You send a person over, find a high spot to observe the direction of the wetland park, and see a campfire and smoke floating in the river, immediately come back and report to me!"

The horse-faced man nodded the commander.

"Yes!"

……

At the same time, beside the river on the northwest side of the wetland park, Fang Chang took a few people and used plastic sheds on the open space. And wooden sticks to prop up the shack.

This kind of shack is basically leaky in all directions, and it is sure to get arthritis in it, but they are not willing to use better materials.

After all, they will put gunpowder kegs and wood tar in it later...

"I don't think Master Manager expected us to be able to burn bricks."

While digging a cave dwelling on the soil slope by the river with a shovel, he complained on the 11th night, "Otherwise, why would we be assigned such an exclusive task?"

Old Bai is a doer. There is not much nonsense when working.

"Don't beep, hurry up and finish your work... Wait a moment, the task time is almost up."

"Gan..."

"Speaking of wind, do you have no class during the day?"

"The PPT has been sent to the teaching assistant."

"Nice!"

The first exclusive task Numa Brick Factory received was not to produce many bricks, nor to build a brick kiln with a daily output, but to let them set traps in the camp.

Does this sound like a life professional player should do? ?   Okay.

Although they are not considered life professional players.

(End of this chapter)