This Game Is Too Realistic

"Holy shit...are these bitches crazy?"

Half-collapsed residential building.

Standing in the open bathroom with a missing ceiling, holding a telescope in his hand, he stared at the street 300 meters away with dumbfounded eyes.

It's one o'clock in the morning, the sun hasn't risen yet, but it's already dark.

I saw a dozen looters following closely next to a truck made of welded steel plates. There was one—no, to be precise, it should be four machine guns!

I don’t know if the 12mm heavy machine guns are not enough, so the Ya clan plunderers also connected the light machine guns in series, and they were connected in a row with iron wires, steel bars and screws.

This made Ye Shi couldn't help but think of the quadruple Maxim that he had seen in a movie before, and it was completely different and similar to this thing.

The only difference is that one is water-cooled and the other is slightly more advanced and air-cooled.

However, his intuition told Ye Shi that these plunders were probably not learned from film and television works, but from the Skeleton Corps' quadruple-mounted anti-aircraft cards.

"7mm machine gun anti-aircraft...what genius has the idea." Fang Chang couldn't help but complain.

Lao Bai, who was sitting aside and chewing wheat cakes, said with a smile.

"Don't tell me, if the supplies of this thing can keep up, the density of firepower might be scary to death. Just Brother Mosquito's wooden plane, it only takes half a second to get down from the sky."

Guang Feng touched the bridge of his nose with his index finger.

"...In terms of effect, we probably really hurt them that night."

Watching the patrol disappear around the corner, Ye Shi put down his binoculars and sighed.

"That's what I said, but it's a bit uncomfortable now that they are all in a group."

The AI ​​in this game is very smart.

Not only will it cut off the player's power, but it will also adjust the AI's action strategy in real time based on the player's game behavior. It turned out that all I could do was stare at the planes and plunder them, so I DIYed some anti-aircraft weapons.

What's that called?

right!

Opportunity to learn!

It is indeed the only fully immersive virtual reality network in the world, and its AI technology is also powerful.

Lao Bai said calmly while eating the cake.

"Don't worry, the Ya clan is dispatching troops to the front line recently. We just need to keep an eye on their tanks."

At present, the Burning Corps has been broken into pieces and scattered in the city. It is still a bit difficult for a four-person team to plunder the Hundreds head-on.

But it doesn't matter.

They can call in air strikes.

Usually, the looted tanks are hidden in underground garages, but now they are all moving to the front line. They don't need to go up and confront the tanks head-on. As long as they lock the approximate location of the tanks, the players who fly the plane will naturally give them a surprise.

In just one week, the Burning Corps had already called for air strikes and scrapped four Conquest No. 10s. Although another car was not scrapped, it was also paralyzed.

Without logistical support, with the hands-on ability of this group of barbarians, the most they can do is repair a track. As for the broken engine or even the oil pipe, it is basically the same as being scrapped.

"It seems that no tanks will pass by this street today." Fang Chang glanced at the time on the VM, and the sky not far away was already turning white.

Lao Bai threw away the paper wrapping the wheat cake and stood up from the floor with his rifle.

"Find a safe place to log off."

While he was talking, a soft creaking sound suddenly came from downstairs.

The four of them were immediately alert.

Lao Bai quickly moved to the entrance of the living room and leaned out half of his body to hold the stairs. Immediately afterwards, the strong wind released the "Firefly" drone, which flew out from the damaged ceiling and landed outside the residential building.

Ye Shi said in a deep voice: "There is no sense of killing intent... The other party probably didn't notice us, or they are not sure of our specific location."

"Searching..." Guangfeng, who was operating the drone, suddenly paused and was stunned for a moment.

I saw a slightly childish face hidden in the window downstairs. It was difficult to tell his gender from his unkempt appearance. Bangfeng could only judge that he was not very old. Even considering the impact of malnutrition on development, he was only seven or eight years old at most.

Those dark eyes were staring motionlessly at the drone outside the window, their pupils filled with anxiety, nervousness and curiosity.

He probably thought he was well hidden, but he didn't know that the camera could clearly see the situation inside the room.

"It should be a local survivor... a child." As he said that, Guangfeng synchronized the drone's screen to his teammate's VM.

Fang Chang asked Yu cautiously.

"Is there anyone else around? Or Wu?"

There were many soldiers in the plunder, and he did not relax his vigilance just because the other party was a child.

Stormy Wind shook his head.

"I didn't see it... I have never seen such a thin and predatory person."

"Alarm cleared."

At least temporarily lifted...

Lao Bai breathed a sigh of relief, put away the rifle in his hand, and turned off the safety.

This game is too realistic in some places.

Even if the dream filter filters out most of the sensory stimulation that exceeds the tolerance limit, for players who have too strong a sense of substitution, behavior that exceeds the limit will still feel mentally uncomfortable.

For example, watch [Plunder and Throw Living People into the Oil Pan...

If possible, he really doesn't want to treat someone younger than him as his opponent.

Patting Fang Chang's shoulder, Lao Bai said.

"Let's go, get ready to change places."

It's daybreak.

It is impossible to plunder the tanks during the day. There is no point in continuing to squat. It is better to go offline and go to the water for a while.

But at this moment, the players are all online. From six o'clock in the evening [during this period of twelve o'clock, the official website belongs to the cloud players].

During this period of time, they were fighting every day and night, and their work and rest were completely disrupted...

Take the stairs.

Lao Bai suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, the airdrop box was not collected last night. Please pick it up before going offline."

Ye Shi asked Yu curiously.

"Didn't you say you're not in a hurry to recycle it?"

Lao Bai did not answer this question, but took out the remaining large bag of green wheat cakes in his backpack and placed it on the floor.

"I changed my mind."

Fang Chang sighed.

"It's better not to take the game too seriously. In the setting, there are at least 6,000 survivors in this city, and airdrops of supplies can't help at all. I really want to pull them out of dire straits. , it’s better to get rid of the looting as soon as possible.”

Lao Bai smiled.

"I know, just think of it as my self-satisfaction."

A group of people left.

Listen to the sound [upstairs] disappear.

The boy tiptoed upstairs to see if the Alliance soldiers had any garbage left for recycling.

For example, bullet casings and other items can be exchanged for food at the Resistance Organization's stronghold.

But the boy didn't have high hopes for the bullet casings.

All night last night, these people didn't fire a single shot. If there were any bullet casings left, that would be considered a ghost.

Since the group of plunderers arrived, the surviving settlements have been destroyed one after another, and the survivors have either been captured and used as slaves, or have hid underground. Since there is no farmland, they can only grow some fungi that have low light requirements, or look for wild green wheat and potato outside, or even eat soil and tree bark.

It would have been possible to survive like this, but unfortunately, the plague broke out recently in Xizhou, and the production of mushroom fields was severely reduced. Wild crops such as green wheat and potato have almost disappeared from Xizhou, and the resistance organization's stronghold has encountered unprecedented conditions. There is a crisis.

Previously, everyone could still receive very little relief food, but now even nutritional creams have to be picked up from the trash.

The boy originally wanted to join the guerrilla team. He heard that the guerrilla team was in charge of the food, but he was too young and the other party didn't take notice of him, so he could only carry a sack and scavenge on the street.

Fortunately, soldiers from the alliance have recently joined the battlefield one after another. Not only are these people better equipped than the guerrillas, but they also have a good habit of wasting money.

These people never picked up bullet casings that fell on the ground. Sometimes, when encounters suddenly broke out, they would throw away half of their dry food without keeping it.

The squadron encouraged them to collect bullet casings on the ground. 20 copper bullet casings could be exchanged for 100g of nutritional cream. Sometimes the boy couldn't help but think, it would be great if there was a chance to make an alliance.

People in the alliance don't even want bullet casings dropped on the ground. They must have endless garbage to pick up at home.

After going up the stairs, the boy was about to enter the next room.

At this moment, he suddenly smelled a fragrance.

After sniffing, the boy searched for the scent.

When he saw the green wheat cake on the ground, his dark eyes widened instantly. Extremely hungry, he immediately pounced on him, grabbed a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

The feeling of happiness spread between the lips and teeth, and an incredible expression appeared on the waxy face.

He couldn't tell what it tasted like, and he had never tasted such delicious green wheat cake... By the way, was this really green wheat cake? Why does it have the smell of oil and fat, but no oxalic acid smell at all!

How to do it?

Are these people the envoys of the big-antlered deer god? !

After finally swallowing the food in his mouth, the boy looked at the bag of green wheat cakes on the ground with greedy eyes. He stopped eating and carefully put them into a sack.

"We have to return before dawn."

If you stay outside for a long time, my sister will worry...

Silently thanking those generous people in his heart, the boy carefully put away the remaining wheat cakes, got into the small gap like a rabbit, and left the apartment in a flash.

He didn't know why the soldiers of the Alliance of Nations wanted to keep these delicious food.

It was like he didn't know at this moment that four pairs of eyes were following him behind him.

"By the way... is it okay if we follow a child?" Ye Shi had a strange expression.

Fang Chang did not answer this question directly.

Or maybe I didn’t answer from the perspective of Ye Shi’s question.

"Let's make a bold assumption. Assume that an NPC's behavioral logic is to go out to forage. Then after collecting enough food, what will he do next?"

Ye Shi was stunned for a moment.

“…bringing food home?”

"Correct answer!" Fang Chang silently snapped his fingers and said with a smile, "As long as we follow him, we can find [his home]."

Ye Shi held his forehead.

"I'm telling you...you don't even have to dig through other people's trash bins, right?"

Kuangfeng also said something.

"I don't agree with this kind of behavior. I feel guilty for a few silver coins."

Fang Chang coughed.

"When did I ever say that I wanted to go through other people's boxes? Am I such a dog?! I'm just curious about where he lives. Aren't you curious?"

Ye Shi and Kuang Feng looked at each other.

"Didn't you say you live underground?"

"Well... it is written in the background information on the official website that the survivors of the Xizhou tribe are hiding underground and dealing with the plundering and plundering of the bone-chewing tribe, and they have established a resistance organization and a raiding party."

Fang Chang was heartbroken and heartbroken.

"Yes! You also know that they have established a resistance organization. After a rational analysis, if there is an organization, shouldn't there be a fixed stronghold? A surviving settlement is at our feet, and we are halfway through the map. It’s been more than a month and I still don’t know where it is! Aren’t you curious about what it looks like?”

Guangfeng was slightly stunned.

"A rational analysis... it can indeed be analyzed in this way."

"Hey, I just want to do a good thing, why do you have to make the problem so complicated..." Old Bai scratched the back of his head with a headache, "Forget it, what you said makes sense."

It would definitely be helpful to them if they could get in touch with local resistance organizations.

It is strange to say that they have been here for more than half a month, and the local resistance organization has never contacted them.

Is it because players need to discover the order settings themselves?

"Will we collect the airdrop box later?" Ye Shi asked.

"We won't collect it anymore. It's going to be dawn soon. We'll collect it after it gets dark... Let's meet with the resistance organization here first." Lao Dong reached out his hand from the square tactical bag and emptied two packs of green wheat cakes. , "Give me two packets."

"Gan! You take what's in my backpack, I'm holding it on my chest to block bullets." Fang Chang reflexively ducked to the side and covered his chest with both hands.

Lao Yi couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

"This can stop a damn bullet!"

Ye Shi: "Hahahaha."

Kuangfeng coughed dryly.

"Don't lose the person... Qiu."

The group of people followed the boy, crossed two streets, walked for about two kilometers, and came to the entrance of a half-collapsed subway station.

The boy stopped at the entrance, looked around carefully, and then slipped in through the entrance.

Fang Chang and his group followed him through the ticket gate of the subway station and entered the tunnel from the platform.

There are so many rats here that the abandoned carriages are filled with darkness and there are countless of them. They are not afraid of people and even bar their teeth at them.

The boy pulled out a steel bar, waved it wildly a few times, drove the mouse away, and then immediately ran towards the depths of the tunnel.

"Are these all Brother Nan's little brothers?" Ye Shi, who was following behind, muttered in a low voice.

"You think he's too awesome... Don't worry about these rats, don't lose sight of the target." Intuition told Fang Chang that they were almost done.

The boy stopped in front of an iron door painted with green paint, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door rhythmically a few times.

Before long, the door was about to open.

The boy dodged into the tunnel and disappeared from the tunnel.

It's like it never happened.

"...That should be the entrance to the underground settlement of survivors in Xizhou City!" Fang Chang's face was filled with excitement.

New map!

A popular post with 100,000+ likes has been successful!

Lao Ji touched his chin.

"I think how should we greet them? Just knock on the door? Or should we say hello first?"

Guangfeng thought.

"I think it might be better to reveal your identity first."

Just when Lao Yi and Bang Feng were discussing how to greet each other, Ye Shi's expression suddenly changed slightly and he held the semi-automatic rifle in his hand.

"Someone is coming!"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, footsteps came from behind the tunnel.

I saw a group of men in shabby clothes appearing near the platform of the subway station. They carried iron-pipe rifles on their backs and carried woven bags in their hands. Judging from the shriveled bags, the day's harvest should not be very good.

When they met the eyes of Lao Yi and his group, the group was obviously stunned for a moment, and then they immediately started shouting in panic and loaded the iron tube rifles in their hands.

The tense atmosphere suddenly heated up.

Putting his index finger on the safety, Lao Yi glanced at the weapons in the hands of those people and gave his good brother Fang Chang a look.

Fang Chang understood, lowered the muzzle of his gun, took a step forward, and shouted in a familiar Chinese language.

"We are the paratroopers of the New Alliance! We are here with the purpose of peace. I hope you can calm down!"

New Alliance paratroopers? !

Aren't they at war with the predators?

Why is it here?

The group of people standing at the entrance of the tunnel were obviously stunned, obviously not expecting people from the New Alliance to be here.

Maintaining his aiming posture, the leading man shouted nervously.

"...How can we trust you!"

Fang Changyan said concisely and comprehensively.

"Letting you continue to stand is our greatest sincerity. If you continue to target us, don't blame us."

"Everyone stop it!"

The green-painted door opened.

A man in a leather jacket stepped out.

Beside him stood two guards holding automatic rifles, and behind him was a boy. The boy was holding a bag in his hand and was looking at the four people in the middle of the tunnel anxiously.

Lao Ji looked at the boy and then at the man in the leather jacket. The sharp-edged face looks like it was carved out by a Japanese sword, and its sharp pupils are easily reminiscent of the jackals that can be seen everywhere in the wasteland.

He is a master.

Whether it is experience or strength.

Lao Yi made a mental evaluation.

And while he was observing that person, that person was also looking at him with fearful eyes.

"Wu Chengyi, the mayor of Hope Town and the captain of the squadron, what is your name?" The man announced his family background.

"Lao Dong." Lao Dong didn't know how to pronounce the idiom [徾horse passes through the gap] in Renrenyu, so he used the nickname everyone gave him.

Wu Chengyi didn't find it strange at all that this name obviously didn't look like his real name.

There are names for everything in the wasteland.

It doesn't matter what it's called.

"Are you from the New Alliance?"

Fang Chang, who was not good at human-linked language, cast his gaze for help and asked him to make a rough guess based on his facial expressions and demeanor combined with the context, but normal communication would be a bit difficult for him.

‘How should I respond? ’

‘I’ll do it. ’

At a glance, he could see the embarrassment of his good brother. Fang Chang took over the conversation and cooperated with VM's translation skills to speak.

"Yes, we are loyal to the new alliance, loyal to the administrators, fighting to revive civilization, and are currently at war with the Bone Chewing Tribe... I heard that you are too, so we thought that the enemies of our enemies might become friends, so we Uninvited."

Is the enemy of my enemy my friend?

This may not be the case in the wasteland.

The enemy of an enemy may become a friend if he is evenly matched with himself. If there is a huge disparity in strength, it may become the opponent's trophy.

The vast majority of survivors in Xizhou City have a favorable impression of the new alliance, and even hold an unrealistic vision, but Wu Chengyi knows that there is no free lunch in this world.

As the leader of the resistance organization, he needs to consider more things. Before understanding the other party's motives, it is extremely dangerous to easily trust strangers.

Wu Chengyi stared at Fang Chang and continued.

"Last question, what do you think of us?"

"What do you think?"

Fang Chang was stunned for a moment, then understood what the man in front of him wanted to ask, thought for a moment and said.

"You are a group of... brave people. At least you have not surrendered. Of course, this is just my opinion. If you want to ask the manager for his opinion, you might as well ask him directly."

Wu Chengyi was slightly stunned.

"Is there any way you can contact him?"

Fang Chang gave him a strange look.

"Of course, our radio station can contact the rear at any time."

Hearing these words, expressions of joy appeared on the faces of everyone around him.

After exchanging a few words in a low voice with the guards beside him, Wu Chengyi signaled the assault team members to put away their guns.

Standing alone in front of the players, he stretched out his hand.

"...Thank you for extending a helping hand to us, and please forgive us for being wary. We have witnessed the death of too many compatriots in the past six months, and we cannot easily trust any stranger."

Fang Chang held his hand and shook it.

"understand."

After a pause, Wu Chengyi continued.

"I have considered your proposal just now."

"Please allow me to speak with your administrator."

…

New Union Army Camp.

Chu Guang, who was sitting in the command room, was looking at the report sent from Qingshi County.

The survey work of the copper-molybdenum deposit has been completed, the construction equipment has been delivered, and the mining and smelting work of the copper mine is currently in progress.

As of last weekend, the new alliance has become self-sufficient in copper mines, molybdenum mines, sulfur and other industrial raw materials.

The transportation railway has also been laid from Yuanxi Town to Qingshi County.

In the past few days, Chu Guang paid special attention to the speeches on the forum of those live professional players who were "sent to the Geopark to explore mineral deposits".

Judging from the photos they took and what other cloud players discussed, those mining equipment left over from the early days of the Internet shocked everyone.

Especially in industrial design.

Although more than three hundred years have passed and the mining equipment displayed as antiques can no longer be used, the design ideas of some of the equipment still brought them a lot of inspiration.

The shock of a sudden enlightenment coming from the professional field is far stronger than the feeling brought to them by solid hydrogen or X-4 fiber for those small geological players.

All the young players involved in the exploration work couldn't help but sigh.

The business of this game company is too extensive!

"㹏人, there is new news about the Burning Corps you sent to Xizhou City." Xiao Qi's voice came to my ears.

Chu Guang asked casually after putting down the report sent by the logistics department.

"What news?"

Xiao Qi continued.

"Your players have contacted local survivors. A man who claims to be the leader of the resistance wants to speak to you."

The resistance organization in Xizhou City?

To be honest, in his original plan, he considered using the power of local survivors to deal with the Ya clan.

But that was a few versions ago.

The cards he currently has in his hand are enough. There is no need to support the local resistance organizations. If they are too fat, it will affect the subsequent recruitment.

However, since they took the initiative to contact me...

This might be a good opportunity.

Chu Guang lightly tapped his index finger on the table. After thinking for a while, Chu Guang said.

"Make an appointment with them for me."

"Okay, man!"

As his assistant, Xiao Qi was as reliable as ever. After he finished speaking, he immediately helped him arrange a time for a conference call.

Zi Xin picked up the board on the table, and Chu Guang flipped through the last document.

[Xizhou City Industrial Zone Development Plan (Draft)]

After thinking for a moment, Chu Guang added a line to the title.

[...and the plan for the construction of new recovery areas and survivor settlements]

There are a large number of survivors in Xizhou City, and coupled with the captives of the looters, the population capacity of Shuguang City cannot be eradicated at once.

The best way is to build a new settlement and place the survivors there.

It just so happened that he planned to transfer the industry from Qingquan City to Xizhou City, which was further away from Boulder City.

Looking at the document in his hand, Chu Guang nodded with satisfaction.

"This cake..."

"Both players and indigenous people should like it."