This Game Is Too Realistic

【...I think this is our last chance. 】

[If we cannot keep it in the River Valley Province and wait until the airship returns to port to complete supplies and rendezvous with local ground forces, we will face a crisis several times greater than the current situation. 】

Shelter No. 79, management office.

In addition to Chu Guang, there are more than a dozen people standing here.

A few days ago, when Chu Guang set off from Qingquan City to Ruigu City, he issued an order to move the headquarters to the front line.

In addition to Vanus and other staff members, all officers of the First Corps, including Wrench, were also transferred here.

At this moment, Chu Guang was holding a handwritten battle plan in his hand. He read the preface and then looked at the general catalog.

The entire plan has a total of twenty-four pages. It was written by Commander Quan Shui, the commander of the Storm Corps. The objective evaluation is that the writing is quite good. Both the macro and the details are planned in detail.

The plan divided the campaign into three stages, including air warfare, ground warfare and the final landing battle.

Including what goals need to be achieved at each stage, how many personnel and weapons need to be invested, what to do if the progress is successful, what to do if the progress is not smooth, etc., there are detailed descriptions in the combat plan of each stage.

This plan will definitely not be completed in one day.

Chu Guangjun had noticed long ago that the Commander Quanshui player had been observing the airship from the moment the Storm Troops arrived in Ruigu City, or from the moment the 400mm cannon opened fire.

Including its observation distance, firepower accuracy, firepower interval time, muzzle turning speed, detection efficiency at different distances, etc.

These combat parameters are now listed as arguments in this combat plan, and the action plans at each stage of the plan are designed based on the weaknesses reflected in these data.

But even though the plan was so detailed, the player, Commander of Spring Water, still mentioned at the end of the plan—

[There is a huge disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves. Our chance of winning is less than 20%, and it is difficult to use the same method twice. We only have one chance! 】

【Since victory or defeat depends on this one move, there is no need to conserve strength. 】

[It is recommended to carry out general mobilization! 】

After flipping the plan to the end, Chu Guang handed it to Vanus who was standing aside.

"What do you think?"

Vanus took the plan and flipped through it. He spent a little longer than Chu Guang and read it until the end. After thinking for a moment, he gave an objective evaluation.

"The writing is good, but it's still a bit modest. In my opinion... there should be a 30% chance of winning."

As a commander of the Clone Corps, he had never been on an airship, and the detailed combat parameters of the airship were kept secret.

He can only analyze the battle reports of several past battles. These data, which have been tested through actual combat, should be more than 70% accurate.

The only advantage of the new alliance is probably intelligence.

After the Bone-Chewing Tribe fled as birds and beasts, the Legion's intelligence network in the southern part of the River Valley Province could be said to be completely empty.

There may be Legion spies in the Bugra Free State in the north, but it is too far away from here. The trade route between the new alliance and the north has just begun, and due to the rapid growth, even a lot of information can be transmitted through the Bugra Free State. When I came to the legion, the information was out of date a few months ago.

Wrench stood aside and asked with a frown.

"Only 30%?"

Vanus nodded and spoke strictly.

"Well... in my opinion, most of the battles that the Heart of Steel participated in were asymmetric warfare, or as we call it, suppression warfare. Considering this situation... they may not have experience in electronic warfare, so Maybe it’s just inexperience.”

"With all due respect, it's a big gamble."

Chu Guang thought for a moment and said.

"I bet the other party has never seen this kind of play, right?"

Vanus nodded.

"Yes, this is a crazy plan, and I don't recommend you to adopt it. But I have to admire you, Corps Commander, for being able to study all the parameters of the Heart of Steel so thoroughly in just one month."

Chu Guang smiled faintly.

Ability is one thing, but the key is the ability to share information based on "morphological field" technology.

Every player or cloud player who is active on the forum, no matter what professional talent or boss, can put forward their own analysis conclusion based on the intelligence collected in the game, and the players in the game will verify which conclusion is more important. reliable.

Although many of the alliance's weapons are at the level of World War II and the Cold War, the information technology may still be above the era of the Alliance.

After all, the "morphological field" that cannot be shielded or interfered with by existing technology seems to have been developed by the first-generation management of Vault 404 after entering the Wasteland Era.

There is also information verification.

Those are the Storm Troops and the players paid for them with their lives...

After taking the plan from Vanus, Chu Guang stared at it and thought about it for about five minutes, and then suddenly spoke.

"I intend to adopt this plan."

Hearing this, Vanus showed a hint of surprise on his face. Looking at Chu Guang, who had already considered it carefully, he asked seriously.

"Are you...sure?"

Chu Guang nodded.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

Vanus couldn't help but continue.

"I don't want to pour cold water on this. Implementing this plan requires a huge amount of manpower!"

"Even if there are not 10,000 people on the airship, it is still a team of 10,000 people... If we want to implement this combat plan within a week, the most conservative consideration is that we need to mobilize at least 10,000 people within three days. Seven thousand people.”

"Three days...is this too late?"

This is not his only concern.

Several other staff officers also had worried expressions on their faces.

This is not a sign of cowardice, it is just a matter of strategic considerations. Setting the decisive battle within a week is too hasty.

After all, war is not a game of chess. You can win or lose by moving the chess piece A up.

This kind of major battle requires at least one month of preparation to ensure coordination among the various units and all plans can be carried out in an orderly manner.

When they had the decisive battle with the Bone Chewing Tribe, they had been preparing for a month and a half before taking action.

Chu Guang smiled faintly and answered without hesitation.

"There is enough time, three days is enough time, mobilization is not a problem for us!"

He believes in himself as a player.

It's not that the shelter gives him the power, but this is not his game alone.

The alliance is not an alliance of one person, but belongs to all the people who have shed blood and sweat for this land. When the alliance faces a threat of life and death, whether it is farming, fishing, or doing business, everyone will Stand up without hesitation.

Not just for profit.

It is also to protect "our world".

There is no need to mobilize for a week.

One minute is enough.

"...In addition to mobilizing, I plan to send in some mercenaries at the same time as the regular army. It is conservatively estimated that the number of participants in the battle can reach 10,000!"

Closing the battle plan in his hand, Chu Guang placed it on the office table aside and looked at the officers standing in the office.

Looking at those eyes boiling with fighting spirit, he paused and continued.

"How long should the trenches be dug? Where should the machine guns be placed? I am not that professional in these tactical details. There is a sentence in this plan that I very much agree with."

"If we don't keep it here, we'll be in bigger trouble later."

"It has to stay here."

"You must stay!"

Not to mention the 30% chance of winning.

Even if it is 1% possible to win.

He will also give it a try!

…

After the combat meeting, Chu Guang used disposable temporary communication equipment to send Xiaoqi, who was far away in the shelter, to make arrangements for the next stage.

This information, which is less than 10mb, includes the updated content of the official website of the day, as well as details related to the general mobilization and specific plans for recruiting mercenaries.

If the second half of the content is for NPCs, Xiaoqi will translate Chinese into Renlian for him and accurately convey the orders to specific departments and individuals.

In fact, even without his mobilization, players have stopped their ongoing operations one after another and gathered in the direction of Ruigu City for the new expansion pack.

On the other side, the real world is Tiantian.

Commander Quanshui opened a chat thread in the corps exchange section of the forum and attached the battle plan. At the same time, he called the corps commanders of each corps.

Looking at the IDs of the big guys in the post, Commander Quan Shui was still a little cautious when typing to modify the wording.

Or rather nervous.

After all, commanding ability and organizational ability are two concepts.

The first one is about strategy and tactics, while the second one is more about human nature and sophistication.

He probably obtained the sealing and testing qualifications together with [I'm the Blackest]. Compared with those T0 and T1 players who have already obtained the sealing and testing qualifications and have limited medals on their chests, his qualifications are still a little lower.

In practical terms, the regiment commander commands the division commander.

Unlike other MMORPGs, just coaxing these big brothers into obedience would take a lot of effort.

Fortunately, the server atmosphere of "Wasteland OL" has always been good.

Thanks to the fact that Gou is a good person and does not deliberately incite players to fight and compare with each other for the sake of KPI, both players can get a good gaming experience in "Wasteland OL", and most of the T0, T1, and T2 players are friends. It is not the social ecology of some MMORPGs - big brother, brother and licking dog.

If the guide is well written, no matter whether you are a newbie or an experienced player, or even a cloud player, everyone will politely give it a thumbs up and give it a hug.

Lao Ji: "I think you wrote a good battle plan. It would be better if you were more confident. (Baring teeth)"

Ye Shi: "That's right, what's the 20% rate of success, I have the advantage! (Funny)"

Fang Chang: "Professional matters must be done professionally. It's up to you, brother. (bad smile)"

Gale: "+1"

Commander Quan Shui: "Ahem, thank you, bosses... This is actually my first time to command such a large-scale team battle."

Mole on the run in the canyon: "Hahaha, don't worry, Rommel was still a lieutenant in the first battle! When this battle is over, you will be able to be a division commander. (Funny)"

Edge of water: "The Death Corps is following! Just leave the most dangerous place to us!"

Midnight killing chicken: "The Jungle Corps also followed! (Proud)"

There are really mosquitoes in WC: "The ace pilot applied to fight! (Dog Head)"

Looking at the line of replies on the screen, Commander Quanshui was moved, took a deep breath, and poked the screen with his finger to type a reply.

"Thank you! Thank you everyone for your support!"

"The decisive battle will begin within a week. I will assign the most suitable tasks to you based on the equipment configuration of each corps and the combat environment you are good at... I hope you can trust me and listen to my command in the team battle. I promise I will not betray your trust!”

Lao Yi: "There is no need for polite words. We are all good brothers in the Alliance. Just tell us where we need to go and leave the rest to us! (Baring teeth)"

Edge stroke: "Rush!!!"

…

The next morning.

The tranquility outside Boulder City was disturbed by loud and clear shouts of hard work.

"New issue! New issue!"

"The battle situation on the frontline is at a stalemate. The alliance has launched a general mobilization. We are now recruiting mercenaries to join the war. The rewards are generous and it is a rare opportunity!"

Newsboys walked around the streets shouting while delivering newspapers to newsstands, pubs and grocery stores, or stuffing them into mailboxes at the doorsteps of customers.

At the entrance of the tavern that had not yet opened, a large group of people gathered around a newspaper that had just been released, chatting and discussing. It was very lively.

"The coalition recruits mercenaries, and they will be given 50 chips or 100 silver coins a day!"

"Hey... I have half a month's worth of money!"

A man with engine oil on his clothes took a deep breath. Judging from his clothes, he should be from a nearby machinery factory.

After hearing such a generous reward, many people showed excited expressions on their faces, and the mercenaries standing aside couldn't help it.

"Do the hillbillies from the northern suburbs have so much money?"

The colleague next to him heard it and answered.

"I heard that Boulder City Bank lent them a lot, and the chips are all stored in the bank, so there is no need to worry about not being able to pay them back."

After all, I didn’t feel bad about borrowing the money to spend. The remuneration paid by the New Alliance was almost twice what Boulder City paid for Tide.

Moreover, 100 silver coins a day is only the minimum price given to a single mercenary. If a well-trained mercenary group signs up, the price given will probably be higher.

Hearing what his colleague said, the mercenary was immediately moved and immediately looked at the man sitting at the door of the tavern to ask.

"How to sign up?"

The guy said hello and repeated it impatiently.

"Isn't it written in the newspaper? Just take the newspaper and report it to the mercenary recruitment point in the south of Shuguang City... They will give you clothes and guns."

"Give me one!"

Without any hesitation, the mercenary immediately took out his wallet, threw a chip into the hands of the clerk, picked up a newspaper from the stall and stuffed it into his arms.

There are many people like him.

That day, more than 3,000 mercenaries took newspapers and set off out of the city towards the northern suburbs.

Although bullets don't have eyes, they are not necessarily any more dangerous than aliens. For these mercenaries who lick blood with their blades, they are selling their lives to whomever they work for. Of course, whoever offers the highest price will pay for it.

In addition to those who really dare to be ruthless, the streets and alleys of Boulder City are also discussing the battle situation on the front line.

There are various signs that the stalemate will end soon, and a decisive battle is brewing in Ruigu City, one hundred and fifty miles away...

And while the residents of Boulder City were discussing the news in the newspaper, the "Survival Daily" newspaper office was also busy.

The editors who were busy organizing information and typesetting wanted to bury their heads in piles of paper.

Except for one person——

That person is Hal, the newspaper president.

Different from the previous days.

Sitting by the window, he had a cigarette dangling from his mouth and looked worried. There were cigarette butts scattered on the ground beside the stool, and his eyes were gleaming.

Although the newspaper's sales were booming, he was not happy at all at this moment.

Just a few days ago, his eldest brother Kaliman came to Boulder City to visit him. At the same time, he also brought news about Luoxia Province.

With the support of the Legion, the Falcon Kingdom provoked a full-scale war against the desert kings. The boiling war has reached Oasis No. 9 where the Lion Kingdom is located...

And this was news last month.

With such a big problem at home, Hal has been anxious these days like an ant on a hot pot. He wanted to send a reporter to Luoxia Province to check it out, but no one took up the task.

Entering the desert is a risky act, let alone a war going on there. No matter how high the salary is, it will cost you your life.

Just when he was worried and didn't know what to do, the savior suddenly appeared...

"I'm going to the front line. The alliance should be heading into the desert. When we get to Oasis No. 9, I'll take a look at the situation at home for you."

After opening the door and entering the newspaper office, Fang Chang didn't say any greetings. He looked at Hal who was sitting by the window and got straight to the point.

He carried a half-man-high backpack on his back, and hung a self-defense LD-47 assault rifle next to him. He had even packed away his equipment and belongings.

When Hal heard this sentence, he was stunned. It wasn't until the cigarette butt in his mouth fell on his pants that he suddenly stood up from the stool.

He walked quickly to Fang Chang and held his hand excitedly.

"Thank you! Sorry, I don't know what to say except thank you!"

Looking at Hal with a grateful face, Fang Chang made a joke.

"You're welcome, but it's not easy to be a battlefield recorder. Remember to give me double the reward."

Hal said excitedly.

"Three times! I'll give you my salary too!"

Fang Chang coughed lightly.

"That's not necessary..."

He just made a joke.

After spending so long on bionic parts, he has opened up the Boulder City market for the Alliance. He really doesn't lack that little money.

Hal was about to say something moved, but at this moment, a surprised voice suddenly came from the side.

"Wait, what do you mean? You want to fight on the front line?!"

Fang Chang looked in the direction of the voice and saw a pair of eyes widened in surprise staring directly at him under short emerald green hair.

Noticing the expression on Dolly's face, Hal coughed slightly and tried to say a few words for Fang Chang.

"People are eager to know the truth, and some warriors must stand up. Those places where most people are unwilling to do so——"

"Stop saying those false words. You are just worried about the situation at home and don't dare to take care of yourself, so you want to throw the trouble to others, right?"

Dolly stared at him and said to the point.

"This is called pretending to be self-serving!"

It was quiet in the newspaper office,

Even the sound of turning paper became quiet.

Feeling the eyes of the people around him, Hal looked embarrassed and defended himself.

"I, of course, am also part of the 'people'... I admit what you said, I really don't dare to do it, and I don't have the right to do it. I don't agree with you if you say this is false and self-serving. Boulder City Residents Association They are interested in what happened in Luoxia Province. They have been paying more and more attention to what happened outside recently. I am also considering it from the standpoint of the newspaper. "

Dolly didn't listen to his sophistry, but looked at Fang Chang, staring straight at him.

"Do you want to go to the front line?"

Fang Chang nodded.

"Um."

There was a hint of reluctance and worry in those beautiful eyes.

She lowered her chin, and her voice contained a subtle hint of pleading.

"Can you stop..."

Hearing this, Fang Chang smiled and reached out to rub her little head.

"If I didn't, this would be the front line."

If someone from the legion comes to kill them, there will be no way to tell who is from Dawn City, who is from Boulder City, and who belongs to the alliance.

They will take away those who can be taken away, then burn those who cannot be taken away, and use those who have been deprived of their property as slaves...

Just like they had sex at Camp Fallen Leaf.

Feeling the warmth passing through her hair, Dolly's cheeks felt slightly hot, but she did not avoid it.

Biting the inside of her lip gently, she finally stopped trying to persuade her and just muttered in a soft voice.

"I will pay my salary next month, and I have agreed to treat you to dinner... You must come safely and safely."

After hearing this sentence clearly, Fang Chang couldn't help but curl his lips in laughter.

He can be sure that of course he will not have any problems.

As long as the alliance continues to exist, no matter how many times he meets death, he will wake up after three days and see the rising sun on the fourth day.

However.

He wouldn't even make those unintelligible jokes on this special occasion.

Staring into those eyes, he answered solemnly in a soft voice.

"I promise."

…

Whether they are professional players in combat or professional players in life, no matter their level or profession, everyone has received the mobilization servo notification and responded to the mobilization call.

At the same time, there was a farm in the north of Shuguang City.

Makabazi jumped off the smoking tractor, looked at the old farmer carrying a hoe not far away, and shouted in non-standard Chinese couplet.

"Old man! Please help me take a look at the crops in the fields these days. I'll leave the tractor keys here."

He didn't know the name of that NPC.

We have been farming together for so long, and we have long been familiar with each other. Including many farmers nearby, they learned their tractor driving skills from Brother Tiger.

Currently, Makabazi's farming level has reached level 6, and he is only level 4 away from his dream manor.

Money is nothing, and the crops in this field cannot be left to waste.

The old farmer also didn't know his name, but he was no stranger to this strange guy.

He is a resident of the noble shelter, but he does such rough work with them, and he never gets tired of it.

Not only that, this guy values ​​the crops in the field more than his life.

A multi-legged beast came here from the Elm District before. When others saw the monster, they all turned around and ran away. Only he rushed up with a roar, picked up a hoe and started fighting with the monster. The aliens were beaten away.

It’s really unimaginable what kind of person would allow him to leave the crops in the field and not come back for several days in a row.

Looking at the young man, the old man couldn't help shouting.

"Where are you going?"

After patting the dusty equipment, Makabazi threw his backpack on his shoulders and shouted in response with a smile without moving his head.

"Go to the front!"

The old man carrying the hoe was stunned and subconsciously asked you.

"Then, when will you come?"

"If you win, you'll win!"

Before the old man could answer, Makabazi had already walked to the entrance of the farm humming a tune, and bumped heads with [Boring Tiger Hunting] who was waiting there.

He glanced at his linen bag and the magazine hanging on his backpack, put his hands in his pockets, and joked with a smile.

"Why are you bringing so many things? Let's fly a plane. They'll be here soon, right?"

I heard that propeller planes can't survive for two seconds against that iron lump.

It's a bit exaggerated to say it for a while.

It still takes three days.

Makabazi chuckled.

"There are people flying the plane, we're going to fly something good this time!"

His interest was piqued by these words, and Tiger asked curiously.

"What good stuff?"

Maka Bazi raised his chin and said with joy.

"tank!"

The moment he heard these two words, Tiger was stunned for a moment. When he came to his senses, he was completely shocked.

"Damn it, have you ever driven that thing?!"

And wait.

Since when did the Alliance have tanks? !

Makabazi did not explain, but said with a smile: "No! But it's not important! I heard from the director of Factory No. 81 that that thing drives like a tractor!"

The tiger couldn't help but squirt.

"This is so far gone, okay?"

Makabazi patted his good brother on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, that thing is not as difficult as you think... I'll trick a strength animal into being a loader later. Then you'll be responsible for driving, just step on the accelerator as hard as you can!"