This Game Is Too Realistic

2021-09-18

  Chapter 124 Disciplinary War    "Come to live, come to live!"

"I want to Fighting? It’s cool, it’s been a long time!"

"Gan! Why are there only 50 people? Are you all so fast?"

"Hesitate, you will lose !"

"Can I go with me if I don’t receive the mission? I don’t have money and I’m fine, I’ll watch a plot!"

"Goblin Bazooka is sold in the front row! It's a big sale at a loss! , 5Silver Coin is released! If you can’t buy it, you won’t lose money, you can’t be fooled!"

"Give me one, I owe the money first!"

"Go away!"

The west gate of the outpost.

A large group of players, carrying their weapons and ammunition, ran to the open space in front of the trenches to gather.

The lively appearance didn't seem like a war, but rather like a holiday.

Especially a small player who was specially tortured, went to the warehouse to rent a caravan, and packed the barrels, gun mounts, and shells all together.

He even hired a cute new force from the power system to help pull the cart.

"Big guy! Can you open for me a shot?"

The mosquito became happy when he heard this, and chuckled him on the shoulder.

"It's a must! Good brother! Listen to my command for a while, and you will light the fire!"

"Good!!!"

Such a big movement, You can see with eyes.

The nomads who came back from taking water from the lake looked over here in surprise, looking at each other in blank dismay, chirp chirp twitter twitter discussing.

"What are they going to do?"

"Is there a war?"

"They all have guns in their hands!"

"Who is this going to beat? Robber? Or alien?"

Carrying two plastic buckets full of water, sisters Qiucao and Qiuye curiously watched walking from the west gate The manager who came out.

The eyes of the two fell on his back—the impressive hammer.

"It's so big..."

"The hammer must be at least dozens of kilograms, right?"

"The armor also looks heavy Is it made of steel?"

"He is not tired at all!"

"You can't just stare at others, it's impolite."

"Um, okay... wait! Why just talk about Qiu Ye? The person who has been staring at you, there is also an elder sister, right?"

Qiu Cao repeated with a blushing face.

"No, you can't be rude."

More and more nomads are attracted by the movement here.

From a distance of tens of meters, onlookers looked at the warriors in front of the trench curiously, discussing what happened.

Is this going to be a war?   Fighting will kill people.

But why are the expressions on the faces of those soldiers so excited?

Aren't they afraid of death at all.

Many nomads can't help but feel a sense of awe in their hearts. The morale of these blue coats is even more impressive than the weapons in their hands!

As the clansman were discussing spiritedly, the patriarch iron axe walked out of the crowd with several hunters carrying bows and javelins.

In front of the manager, Wu Tie-axe cup one fist in the other hand and said respectfully.

"My lord, these people behind me are the elite of our clan, as long as you are nodded, we are the sharpest spear in your hand!"

Chu Guang glanced at him, I wanted to tactfully reject his kindness.

But at this moment, Chu Guang's heart suddenly moved slightly, and when he reached his lips, he changed his words temporarily, nodded said.

"You will be next to me in a while."

"Yes! Your lord."

Instructed Yu Hu, Wu Tiefu and others to wait in place, Chu Guang left When they arrived in front of the players, under the anticipation of countless pairs of eyes, they spoke out the lines that he had thought of in ten minutes.

"For a long time, the people of Beit Street endured the oppression of the mayor. Under his rule, they had nothing to eat, were impoverished, and struggled desperately to survive. And those who were conquered by him All the money went into his own pocket, just to satisfy one's selfish desires."

"His crimes are endless. Now, he not only hits us with his idea, but also breaks through us. The bottom line of tolerance, secretly colluding with our mortal enemies, the bloodhand clan, and signing secret covenants, and even instigating them to launch aggression against us!"

"Justice may be late, but it will not be absent. Now is the time Let that insatiable old leech know what will happen if we anger us."

"Everyone, let me go!"

On the clearing in front of the trench, excited. The roar was deafening.

"Liberation Beit Street!"

"For the little fish!"

"ao!!"

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Beit Street.

The central castle.

The study on the top floor was pushed abruptly, and a guard in a deerskin jacket rushed in and walked through a long row of bookshelves to the mayor.

"My lord! A lot of people came to the north of us! Yes, there are more than fifty!"

"How many?!"

The mayor's face suddenly changed. Changed, immediately got up and rushed out of the study, walked quickly through the corridor around to the tower, and climbed to the top of the highest tower of the castle.

The north wind hunts and hunts on the high tower.

He came out of the room before he could put on his jacket, and he was shivering with fat. Ignoring the cold, he grabbed the telescope hanging on the side and looked towards the north side.

I saw a group wearing fur coats, carrying long spears and short guns in their hands. They were more robber-like teams than robbers, marching aggressively in the direction of Beit Street.

In this cold day when the north wind was whistling, there was a drop of sweat on the forehead of Old Town Head.

Turning his head abruptly, he grabbed the guard who was chasing him up to the top of the tower, and spit and roared loudly.

"Quickly, summon all the guards, take up weapons and go to the north gate!"

"Also, send someone to find Charlie and let him mobilize the Orion on Beit Street! All Men over 14 and above, all gathered at the door of the armory!"

"Go now!"

The guard was trembling with his legs, nodded again and again.

"Yes, yes!"

The rapid ringing of a bell rang from the castle, cutting through the tranquility of Beit Street.

The survivors standing on the street don’t even know what’s going on. They thought it was the robbers who came. They moved towards the house, packed their things and prepared to escape, lose one's head out of fear. Make a ball.

Hearing the rapid bell, Old Charlie didn't panic at all, but relaxed, with a stone falling on the ground in his heart.

If a stupid thing is destined to happen, the only thing I can do is to make it come faster.

For example, if a mayor who is full of idiots in his head lights the gunpowder keg before he does something more outrageous, fewer pitiful persons will be implicated.

Not surprisingly, he will soon send someone to find himself, let himself mobilize the Orion on Beit Street, stand on the wall and fight the blue coats to the end.

Pulling the door curtain of the grocery store, the old man picked up a cane and went into the panic crowd and hid.

At the same time, the door to the armory on the side of the castle opened.

The guard wearing a deerskin coat took the iron-barreled rifle and ammunition from Captain's hand, and then rushed to the north gate quickly, guarding the back of the bunker.

However, the bunker made up of scrap metal pieces and concrete garbage does not give them much sense of security.

Except for a few veterans with wrinkles on their faces, many young guards have panic and anxiety on their faces, and the hands holding guns ooze nervous sweat.

Great Influence like the bloodhand clan will not come after receiving the protection fee.

Usually their opponents are all aliens, and the most dangerous are just a few mutant brown bears. Only in rare cases will you encounter robbers who do not open their eyes and come to the door to blackmail them, and the battle strength of those people is usually not a normal crotch pull, the poor don't even have a gun, and they are not even as good as the Orion in the town.

It was the first time that many young guards encountered a situation like this!   Looking around at the guards around him, there was a dignified look on the face of the old Walt with the shotgun.

Adding myself, there are only 11 people in total, half of whom are the guards in the Old Town Head house. The total number of bullets shot in a year may not be 30.

The guards on the side Captain moved towards the subordinates beside him cursed.

"What about people? That's it? Where are the hunters in town? Give them guns and let them spread out in the building!"

The young guard hugged With the rifle, said trembling with fear.

"Old Charlie went to mobilize...it should be coming soon."

"It's too late," Old Water looked towards outside the bunker, "Those people have already come." Now."

Snow-covered streets.

A group of soldiers wearing fur coats and carrying long spear pistols, led by a man in heavy armor, appeared at the end of the street and scattered behind the surrounding bunkers.

The two sides are two hundred meters apart, and they have entered the fighting distance!

However, no one moved, just confronted nervously.

At this moment, Walt's brow suddenly shrank, and he saw a pitch black cannon protruding from the corner of the street!   They still have guns? !

The barrel is about the length of a leg, probably cast. The wall of the barrel is quite thick, and the muzzle of the black hole exudes cold light.

Although it looks simple, no one dares to despise its formidable power.

The guard Captain on the side swallowed and finally lost his breath, moved towards the opposite loudly shouted.

"You are who? What are you doing here!"

Nonsense......

Do you still need to ask such stupid questions?   Walter spit in the heart, silently loaded the shotgun in his hand, stretched out the barrel, and aimed at the opposite side.

But at this moment, his eyes suddenly shrank.

I saw a man wearing an animal skin jacket, raising his hands to indicate that he had no weapons, stood up from behind the bunker, and walked out.

Old Water narrowed his eyes.

After seeing the gates of several decades, he almost recognized every face on this street.

Obviously not only did he recognize the person's identity, but a few young guards nearby also recognized it, whispering quietly.

"Zhao Shu?"

"It seems... it's really him!"

"Hi...Isn't he dead? I see his family It’s a funeral."

"I remember! It was last month. It seemed that when I was going to the north to hunt deer, I ran into the bloodhand clan... and got caught together. There is also the second child of Yang Family."

"Yang Ergou?"

"Yes, yes, that's the guy!"

While we were discussing, Zhao Shu who had walked forward ten-twenty meters stopped and shouted loudly.

"Guys, I am Zhao Shu! I am here to help you!"

"Help us?"

The guard behind the bunker Captain coldly smiled , Moved towards Zhao Shu standing in the snow shouted, "What you said to help us, is this help?"

Seeing the guard Captain, Zhao Shu was instinctively afraid.

But thinking of the dozens of soldiers who supported him behind him, and thinking of the words the manager said to him before, the flames reignited in his eyes, and his waist just bends a little. He straightened up again.

Looking at the fellow villagers behind the bunker, he raised the volume, loudly said.

"A month ago, the second child of Yang Family and I went to the north to hunt deer. Unfortunately, we were captured by the robber of the Bloodhand clan and thrown into their dungeon. Just when I thought I was dead When it was over, it was our neighbors...that is, the people behind me, who rescued me from the robber dungeon."

The guards behind the bunker were in a commotion, with surprises on their faces. Rong.

Saved from the robber dungeon?   Does this mean that the Bloodhand Clan has been taken away by them? !

Zhao Shu did not pause, and continued.

"Not only did they give me food, clothes, and fuel, they also arranged work and shelter for me to save me from hunger and cold. Not only did they accept me, but they also accepted the others who were rescued together Prisoners. There is no other meaning to these, I just want you to know that they are not our enemies—"

"Nonsense!" Guard Captain yelled, "You are not familiar with thankless wretch! Just because outsiders threw your two bones, you wagged your tail to beg for them, be their dog, and even point your fangs at your compatriots! What about your conscience?"

Zhao Shu was angry and roared loudly.

"Conscience? You are embarrassed to say conscience? You tell me aloud, who is the thankless wretch? We scavenging waste, hunting, and exchanging chips with our lives, but what do we get? We give every year He pays tribute, endures his exploits, uses the money he earned to pick up the leftover rubbish, and is riding on his head and shit by those robbers outside!"

"Tell me, when When I was thrown into the dungeon by the robber, where was he? He never protected anyone, he was always alone in his eyes, and when we needed him, he didn't even step out of his castle!"

"From the very beginning, the vampire who lives in the castle is jackals of the same tribe with the bloodhand clan! He uses the fruits of our labor to honor those robbers and even help those villains Let’s eat our flesh and blood together! Do you think I’m joking? Just yesterday, that vampire actually wrote a letter and sent it to the Bloodhand clan, trying to persuade the villains to ransack our neighbors!"

With that, Zhao Shu took out a letter from his arms and held it up high.

"Do you want me to read it to you?"

Hearing these words, Old Water opened his eyes wide.

The faces of the young guards beside them also showed surprise.

Are Old Town Head and the bloodhand clan in the same group?

Really? !   Seeing the shaking eyes of the surrounding guards, the guard Captain's forehead oozes sweat.

His first reaction was that these deceptive words were definitely not invented by the hillbilly who didn't even know the word.

Someone must have taught him to say it!   If you let this guy go on, I'm afraid this battle would have been lost without having to fight.

As the mayor’s direct line, he is also a vested interest. Regardless of right and wrong, the position of the guard Captain is determined, and he must be on the side of the mayor.

Besides, the situation is not that bad. Although there are dozens of people on the opposite side, there are hundreds of survivors on Beit Street.

Now that the armory is open, as long as Old Charlie mobilizes the survivors in the town, he may not lose in the fight!   Quickly made a judgment, and looked at Zhao Shu who had already begun to read the letter, the guard Captain roared.

"Fire!"

However, the gunfire did not sound, and no one responded to his command.

Listening to the almost flattering and flattering content in that letter, not only the young guards, but also the old Walter fell silent, staring at the shotgun in his hand for a long time without saying a word.

Guard Captain gritted his teeth, his eyes sprayed with anger.

He stopped waiting, picked up the rifle in his hand, aimed at the hillbilly who was pretending to read the letter 150 meters away, and pulled the trigger.

pa!    Swish——

Zhao Shu's face was wiped by the first bullet and flew over, hitting the snowdrift behind him, scaring him He immediately jumped aside and hid behind the car wreck buried by the heavy snow.

Old Water complexion changed, watching in horror at the captain of the guard who was pulling the bolt to continue shooting, and said silently.

"Are you crazy!?"

The captain of the guard gave him a fiercely fiercely, then glared at the guards cowering behind the bunker.

"What are you polite with Robber! Give me a fight if you don't want to die!" Instead, they yelled excitedly.

"Boss! The other side opened fire!"

"Stop talking nonsense with them, let's do it!"

"Fight them!"

Although there is a discrepancy with the plan, since the other side has opened fire.

Chu Guang did not hesitate, looked towards the mosquito not far away, and waved his right hand forward in his long-awaited sight.

"Hit!"

"Good!" After receiving the order to fire, the mosquito gave Mengxin who was standing on the gun a look and shouted excitedly. "Stop Elder!"

The shooting Zhuyuan had already been set up, and the adorable new power system immediately lit the fuze behind the iron cannon and then covered his ears.

Boom——!   Fire and white smoke jets, like a thunder-like cannonball, drew a parabola in the air and hit the north gate of Beit Street.

"bang!"

Along with strong white smoke and scattered fireworks, the gate made of wood seemed to be struck by lightning, and it exploded!

The guard Captain, who was standing behind the bunker and firing before, was suddenly scared and retracted behind the bunker.

At this time, there was a whistle in the distance from the street, followed by a shocking cry of killing, like a billowing wave leaping towards the Defensive Array.

"Fire! Give me all!"

He roared and directed the guards beside him to fight back, but no one paid any attention to him.

The low morale was shattered by the sound of the cannon. Listening to the sharp whistle and shouting to kill, let alone sticking out the head and shooting, it was considered as a flight without leaving the bunker. Brave.

Seeing that the other guards had been terrified, Old Water couldn't help but remember what happened a long time ago.

A long, long time ago, when he was still young, Bate Street was ransacked by the raiding team of the Bloodhand clan once.

At that time, there were 12 guards in the guard, but 11 were killed and only two of them survived.

What if you successfully mobilize the Orion in the town?   These people are ruthless who even levelled the lair of the Bloodhand clan, and levelling them might be a charge.

Besides...

Old Water just recognized the person who ordered the attack. He had spent some time on Beit Street before going to the unknown blue coat.

If these people came out of the refuge, they might not be embarrassed by these pitiful persons.

"Let’s surrender...The reinforcements haven’t come yet, I guess they won’t come. We have 11 people here, and impossible is their opponent."

Old Water put down Shot the gun in his hand.

Seeing the captain of the guard who turned the gun to aim at him, he sighed said.

"Why bother? They may not treat the prisoners of war too badly while neither side is dead now."

Guard Captain's face was pale and his fingers trembled.

"Don't force me."

Old Water reached out and took his gun barrel, did not move, and looked at him seriously.

"If you must fight, then shoot."

"A lot of people will die today. It's not a bad thing to walk in the front."

Look Watching Captain, the guard whose expression changed from fierce to stiff, and from stiff to despair, Old Water relaxed, slowly taking the rifle from his trembling hand.

"Thank you, you gave us all a chance to live."

Guard Captain's face was invisible, and a weak smile was squeezed out.

"Hope."

(End of this chapter)