This Game Is Too Realistic

Just as the "Pangolin" was killing people, an offline account instantly appeared on the official website of "Wasteland OL".

And most of them are cute people who have just obtained the qualification for closed beta testing.

Outlaw: "Fuck! Boss! It's so exciting!"

I am responsible for dying first: "Hahaha! I will come again!"

I feel hungry when I arrive: "It's just so so, it's gone with a whoosh, it doesn't feel as good as..."

Although the feeling of death is not painful, the first death is still very unfamiliar to most animals.

Mainly because everyone has never experienced it in reality.

As a result, many posts about death suddenly appeared on the forum, and the contents were also full of curiosity.

Of course, not everyone feels the excitement after experiencing it once, because that moment is too short.

It's so short that when you open and close your eyes, you're already inside the helmet.

When I wake up, I feel sleepy: "Tsk, it's not satisfying. I don't feel anything at all. It's all over once my eyes are black. Can I open up the real pain?"

Quit smoking: "Damn it! You are more perverted than a mosquito!"

There are really mosquitoes in WC: "???"

Ye Shi: "This guy was shot in the head. If he was hit in the stomach, he would have to twitch on the ground for a while. (Funny)"

Outlaw gangster: " @Big eyes in debt. Big brother! When will you kill someone next time? (Excited)"

Debt-eyed: "Take your time, don't be in a hurry, there will be many opportunities to die in the future, the next wave will be the Storm Troopers. (Proud)"

Commander Quan Shui: "We won't give you gifts like that. (Squints)"

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "That's right! What a fucking show, I don't even have a chance to waste ammunition! Bad review!"

Edge of water: "Next time I will change to a more reliable leader. (Embarrassing)"

Big-eyed debtor: "Ahem... Sir, listen up, you cute guys, war is very cruel! On the battlefield, you won't be able to survive for two seconds if you encounter such ruthless bitches like the warlords." Got it?"

Outlaw: "I understand! Brother!"

I am responsible for dying first: "Brother! Why can't I survive in this game?"

When I wake up, I feel sleepy: "Damn it! What the hell is the countdown to resurrection?"

Debt-eyed: "Uh, I forgot to tell you that you have to wait three days to die in this game... Wait, don't you know?!"

Outlaw: "Fuck!"

When I wake up, I feel sleepy: "I don't make it!"

Fang Chang: "I couldn't tell for a moment whether it was a real cute thing or a fake one. (Squinting)"

I am responsible for dying first: "This death penalty is too bad! T.T"

Fang Chang: "Calm down, as long as you don't seek death, it's not that easy to die in normal gameplay... By the way, who currently holds the highest record?"

The mole on the run in the canyon: "Come on, crow, that guy has been dying since then, and has never died since then."

Crow: "Hey. (^_−)☆"

Teng Teng: "I never died even once. (¬◡¬)"

Ye Shi: "!!!"

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes: "666"

Recently, the issuance of closed beta qualifications has suddenly accelerated. Originally, twenty or thirty closed beta qualifications were released a day. Last week, the number suddenly increased to one or two a day. The number of players suddenly increased to more than 10,000 before gradually slowing down.

A large number of confused cute people poured into the game, and a lot of helpers suddenly appeared on the forum, and various questions that had been asked countless times before appeared again.

Of course, part of it is pretending, and part of it is just genuine ignorance.

It's actually normal.

Although some cloud players are very clear in their analysis, they are all just bragging on paper. They are no different from rookies when they really get into the game.

The entry of a large number of players will inject fresh blood into the server, but at the same time it will also bring certain challenges to the original server order.

Most of the veteran players have watched the alliance build up from scratch. During the long game process, they have established deep bonds with many game characters and have a strong affinity for many people and things in this world. Emotional resonance.

They believe they are doing the right thing.

And in the process, their self-worth will be realized.

More than that, the rewards given to them by game machines are not only the pleasure of the moment of self-realization, but also include the emotional or material rewards attached to it.

But it would be too far-fetched to expect a cute person who has just joined the game to develop a strong sense of belonging to the game just because of the posts and short movies he has followed on the forum for a long time.

When most cute people enter the game for the first time, they are at most shocked by the "virtual reality" and a little in awe of the strict rules.

If it were another game, the operators would probably care about it, and would even want players to let go and do whatever they want in the virtual world, and then spend money in order to obtain stronger sensory stimulation.

But "Wasteland OL" is not a game in the real sense after all, so Chu Guang certainly can't leave them alone and let these energetic cuties cause trouble all day long.

Farming is much harder than ruining it.

In order for the cute people to actively participate in the game, you must first inject a little "positive energy" into them!

In other words, let them develop a sense of identity and belonging to this "alien world"!

It is impossible to digest such a huge number of cute characters by relying solely on the "Legend of the Fire" mission. There are not that many old players spending time in the Hand Village every day.

After thinking about it, Chu Guang simply launched a "recruitment campaign" and threw these people directly into the corps for military training.

During the event period, Mengyou can choose whether to enlist in the army at the beginning.

If you choose "Yes", you will automatically obtain the "soldier" profession with level restrictions, and have three opportunities to choose your choice. You can join the first, second, or player corps of the alliance as a reserve.

Reserve status does not count towards the maximum number of troops in the regiment.

For those who participate in the event, in addition to the rewards of event-exclusive gift packs, the "player system" that needs to reach the citizen level to be unlocked during the event period - that is, VM.

If you reach the citizen level during the event period, you can keep it for free.

With such generous conditions, I believe that any player who is not particularly obsessed with life and career gameplay will choose a corps to join.

In this way, with Chu Guang's series of operations, the style of the forum finally became normal. It changed from cute people asking mindless questions to recruiting people from major corps.

【Burning Corps! Take you to experience the feeling of flying! 】

【The Death Corps recruits you! It doesn't matter whether you are strong or not, come the brothers who are not afraid of death! Strength and physique systems are given priority! 】

【Storm Corps recruits you! No matter what department you are in, listen to the commander’s private message and leave a message! The commander of the corps invites you to join the group! 】

【The Skeleton Corps is recruiting! Come if you can drive! Those who drive tanks are given priority! 】

[The Goblin Corps is recruiting! We are experts in sexting and flying airplanes! It doesn’t matter if you don’t know how, the Corps Commander will teach you step by step! (smirk)]

【Jungle Corps is recruiting! Power system! Only the power system will be accepted! 】

【……】

[The Yiyin Corps... just live as long as you can! T.T]

Looking at these inviting posts, Chu Guang nodded with satisfaction.

"Not bad! They are all very energetic!"

The vast majority of human players are focused on the top corps with a high appearance rate in the official expansion pack, especially the Death Corps and Storm Corps.

In fact, there are quite a few people who have signed up for the Burning Corps and the Skeleton Corps, but most of them are in the "Special Operations Route" and the screening threshold is relatively high. One is the "armored route", which requires at least a driver's license and the ability to endure the boredom of driving for long periods of time.

The vast majority of players are still more suitable for more conventional gameplay.

As for how to train after joining the corps?

That's not what he, the manager, has to worry about.

Take care of your own people!

…

On the Gobi Desert, between Oasis No. 3 and Oasis No. 9.

The alliance, the Falcon, and the Honey Badger Kingdom camped at the foot of a sand dune and built frontline positions to prepare for the next stage of the battle.

The company's construction team even built an airport on the front line.

Large quantities of supplies were delivered from the rear via trucks and transport planes.

Not only that, a large number of cute people who had just entered the game also followed the transport plane to the frontline camp. Because my friend who was picking me up from the airport hadn't arrived yet, I was standing on the edge of the airport looking around excitedly.

"desert!"

"Fuck! It's so awesome!"

A cute man was so excited that he forgot about the time, place and occasion. He lay down on the ground and licked a mouthful of sand, smacked his mouth, and spit it out again.

"Bah! Damn it's still salty!"

Several people nearby who were on the same shift saw his embarrassing appearance and laughed out loud.

"Hahaha!"

"I just saw a camel passing by here. Are you going to ask it?"

"%￥#@!"

Several patrolling Kingdom soldiers looked at the strange shelter residents with strange expressions on their faces.

A soldier whispered.

"Are these guys really okay?"

"It feels... not normal."

The captain standing aside coughed.

"Ignore them, it's your job."

The alliance is now their suzerain country. I heard that their majesty even let the administrator live in his palace when he welcomed the administrator of the alliance that day.

Although the royal family has always denied it, insisting that they have prepared a separate palace for managers, but who knows about this kind of thing?

Even if it is true, it is impossible for those big shots to admit it.

The administrators of the alliance have always been above the king. Even if the law does not give the residents of the alliance super-national status, they have in fact had a higher status than ordinary people.

After all, no matter what those people do, it is not something that little people like them can make irresponsible remarks about.

Probably realizing that his family had made a fool of himself, a shelter resident wearing a VM quickly came over and led the embarrassing guys away.

Looking at the mud-mouthed man, Kakarot said sadly.

"Damn it! How many times have I told you in the group to behave normally when you get off the plane! You represent an alliance! We are a collective! You don't think it's embarrassing, but I still think it's embarrassing!"

"Be buried in the ground" said with aggrieved look on his face.

"Oh until."

"And you!" Kakarot then glared at the guys who were still laughing, "Still laughing! I don't know how to help him!"

Several people scratched the back of their heads in confusion.

Holding the chessboard in hand: "Ah... I want to pull him, but his agility is too fast, I can't hold him."

Ah Nie: "Brother Tu! I'll definitely do it next time! Hehe, by the way, can you perform a vitality bomb?"

Kakarot: "..."

It’s so hard to lead this class of people!

At the same time, the frontline headquarters.

Commander Quan Shui was staring at the strategic map, grinning happily at one moment, and frowning at the other.

Recently, the official has launched another campaign, suddenly issuing too many closed beta qualifications and sending a bunch of people to the front line.

As a powerful corps in T1, the Storm Corps is naturally the first choice of countless people. Its size has also increased with the tide, from a regiment to half a brigade, and has grown rapidly towards the size of a brigade.

Commander Quan Shui was overjoyed, but for a moment he couldn't help but have a headache.

Of course, having too many people is a problem. Which commander would think there are too many people under his command?

If this trend continues, he will be able to become a teacher within a few chapters.

However……

The official seems to have completely thrown the task of bringing cuteness to them, the corps leaders, and has also arranged several KPI assessment indicators for them.

The rewards that each corps can obtain in the event will be linked to the two indicators of "retention" and "increased contribution points" of its members.

Don’t worry about retention. It’s the only “completely realistic” virtual reality game on the market. Even if it’s just to get up early the next day, no one will quit playing it.

But increasing contribution points is more confusing.

This is the front line. Unless you join the NPC corps, you have no chance to earn contribution points.

Unless you get a high score in the battle.

According to the reward rules of "Wasteland OL", at the end of the campaign, individual scores will be calculated based on the team's total score and individual combat performance, and contribution points and silver coin rewards will be calculated. If an individual's performance is too high, or if he or she does not participate at all, the reward may even be reduced to 1%.

It is impossible to get mixed scores.

The only idea now is to let the cute people grow up quickly.

Just when Commander Quanshui was thinking with a sad face, I walked in from outside the camp, holding the back of my head.

"Another batch of fresh and delicious little cuties have arrived. Kakarot has sent them to the training camp to teach them how to shoot. Let me tell you... uh, what's going on with you? Why are you looking so sad?"

Commander Fountain sighed.

"There are too many people. I will consider raising the threshold in a few days."

I was stunned for a moment.

"Isn't it bad that there are so many people?"

A few months ago, this guy thought there were not enough people here.

Quan Shui rolled his eyes.

"You know how to use a hammer. If you haven't practiced it before, it will be a burden on the battlefield. If it is useless, you might as well be driving screws in the back!"

I curled my lips in the most disdainful way.

"Tch, I haven't trained for a day, so it's different!"

Quan Shui shook his head and said.

"It's different. When the server was first launched, the entire alliance couldn't muster a few guns, but there were so many predators and alien species. The intensity of the battle was much higher than now. We fought from morning to night, and we wanted to kill two people a week. . Just know nothing, even if you die a few times, you will know everything.”

"That's right, you can do anything after dying a few times," I smiled crookedly and patted his shoulder, "If you want me to see, why not give those cuties some cheap stuff and let them go before training them? You’ll get killed on the front line. It’s impossible to understand this game without dying once.”

Commander Quan Shui rolled his eyes, and was about to complain about his bad idea, but when he thought about it, he was slightly startled.

Yes.

What instructor can be more powerful than the enemy?

Just now, he had been thinking that he couldn't throw an inexperienced rookie to die, but then he thought about it, what training can leave a deeper memory than death?

This is a game after all, not reality.

Even if the player is killed, he will not really die.

Realizing that he had fallen into the misunderstanding of inertial thinking, Quan Shui thought for a long time and nodded thoughtfully after a moment.

"Hmm... maybe, this is really a solution."

Excitement ignited in his eyes. After saying that, he looked at me who was standing at the door.

"That's it! In a moment, you can bring a hundred and eighty cute brothers, send some weapons like that, and send waves of couriers to our brothers in the field!"

I was stunned for the most part.

"Fuck! Why me?"

Quan Shui rolled his eyes.

"You have an idea. If you don't go, who will?"

I am most embarrassed to laugh or cry.

"I am the leader of Kakarot, let him go!"

Quan Shui shook his head.

"He has to be responsible for receiving these people, how about you swap with him?"

As soon as I heard that I was going to take this person with me, I immediately shook my head like a rattle.

He doesn't exclude people who lead people. Who wouldn't like someone who can pretend to be cool and get money for a job? But the problem is that there are too many people in this group, and this is obviously not the same as the task of "passing on the fire from generation to generation".

But when he thought about having to wait three days to die, his face suddenly turned into a bitter gourd.

"But I don't want to die either..."

The fountain commander coughed.

"I'm asking you to charge with Meng, but I'm not asking you to charge with Meng... When they're all dead, you can just withdraw by yourself."

I was stunned for a moment.

"F*ck! Can this still happen?"

"What else do you want?"

Commander Quanshui pushed his shoulder encouragingly and pushed the guy outside the tent.

"Hurry up and don't wait! It's still more than two hundred kilometers from here to the front line. Come and deliver another batch for me."

Just like that, eight "e-mule" trucks drove into the training ground.

Carrying several bundles of rifles in my hands, I was mentally prepared. I jumped out of the carriage with a whoosh and landed in front of the cute guys who were undergoing training.

The rifles and bullets on the car are all in stock in the arsenal of the Lion Kingdom.

The oldest rifle was even purchased thirty years ago. Although there is no problem with shooting, the quality is hard to say.

There are also those ammunitions. Two rounds can go off and one shot can burn high incense. The soldiers of the Lion Kingdom do not use them themselves.

But none of this is necessary.

According to the advice of the Storm Troops Logistics Officer NPC, since you are conducting a tentative attack anyway, it is better to use friendly troops' inventory first.

When the bottom stock of these boxes is disposed of, they will just import it from the alliance.

On the other side of the friendly army, when I heard that someone was willing to buy rubbish from a nobleman who was willing to consume it for me, he generously threw the key to me without saying a word and told him to use it as he pleased.

In this way, the extras' equipment was gathered together effortlessly.

Kakarot glanced at the thick bulletproof armor on my black body, then at the eight trucks behind him, and asked after a pause.

"What are you doing?"

"What are you doing? Have you forgotten? It's our turn to kill someone today!"

I whispered in a low voice, then looked at the cute people who gathered around me out of curiosity, cleared my throat, and said in a serious tone.

"Brothers! The administrator has given the order! We are about to go to the front line to attack the Legion's G35 Area 7 Position! Are you brave enough to come with me?"

A powerful player in front asked immediately.

"Brother, do you want to fire the gun?"

This is the issue that cute people are most concerned about.

Before you reach the citizen level in this game, unless you have an experienced player, you basically have no chance of owning your own rifle.

I waved my darkest hand.

"Fire! Not only will the guns be fired, but bullets will also be fired when we reach the front line!"

As soon as they heard the gun was fired and the bullets were returned, all the cute people were instantly excited. They rushed up to sign up and rushed to the truck.

"Me me me!"

"Boss, look at me!"

"Give me a haircut too!"

Seeing the huge crowd, with many people and animals crowded in the front row, I immediately panicked and quickly threw away my gun and said.

"Grab it for yourselves! If you get it, get on the bus. If you don't, don't panic. There will be another chance!"

One hundred and twenty rifles were snatched up instantly.

After getting the weapons, the cute monkeys were as excited as the monkeys who grabbed the bananas, and they all jumped onto the truck with their hands and feet. It's a pity that the troop transport card and the supply card are not open, and there are no bullets in the truck. Otherwise, these restless guys might have to fire two shots into the sky for fun.

After finally settling these cute people, I followed suit and got into the leading truck.

Seeing this big guy coming up empty-handed, more than a dozen people in the truck suddenly asked curiously.

"Boss, where's your gun?"

"That's right, why don't you take one?"

I smiled most sheepishly.

Of course he would not say "I won't be here for a while", so he patted his pocket, revealing the silver revolver handle.

"I have a gun here. You can use the rifle, but I'll use the pistol."

When everyone heard this, they immediately looked at him with admiration.

Awesome!

Go to the front with only a pistol.

Is this really a T0 strong person?

…

In this way, eight trucks carrying an entire company set off toward the Legion's G35-7 position in a mighty manner.

Mengyou, who had not gotten on the truck, stood in the training camp with a disappointed look on his face, looking at the billowing dust thrown up by the rear wheels of the truck and couldn't help but sigh.

Watch the truck drive away.

It took a long time to regain consciousness, but Kakarot couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Good guy...this dog spring water doesn't behave like a human being."

People don't understand managers as people, but he does.

Managers will not send cute people who have not received training to the front line as cannon fodder. Don't even think about it. It is definitely the bad idea of ​​that bitch in Quanshui!

Just as he was about to call the cute guys who didn't get on the bus to continue training, Kakarot suddenly discovered that two of the cute guys he had just brought here were missing.

By the way, I haven't taught them how to shoot yet.

Wouldn't it be a good idea to get on the bus too?

Kakarot looked around.

"Um...where are Tu Weian and Ah Nie?"

A cute man came out of the queue and gave a neat military salute.

"Report sir! They are getting on the bus!"

Caught off guard by this angry report, Kakarot glanced at this cutie twice, and then asked curiously.

"Then tell me, why didn't you go up?"

The cute one called holding a chessboard smiled shyly.

"I feel 䭻㱕..."

Kakarot was stunned and stared at this guy for a long time.

This perception...

There is something!

…

"...Yesterday at noon, the enemy brazenly launched an attack on our position. Regardless of the enemy's hail of bullets, the centurion pangolins of our army went to the front line to fight with machine guns in hand, wiping out a total of 127 enemies! 125 pieces of light weapons were seized, and the ammunition was as small as 1,000 pieces. Only one captain died!"

"The writing is good."

Oasis No. 3, Defense Zone G53-7.

After listening to Beaufort reciting and writing the report, the warlord nodded with satisfaction.

Just when he was about to praise this bitch, a sentry suddenly ran in from outside the bomb hole in a panic, stood up straight and gave a military salute.

"Report to the commander! Enemy troops were found in the southeast! The size is about a hundred men!"

As soon as he heard this, the warlord almost fell off his chair that was tilted backwards.

Good guy.

Still coming? !

Holding the report paper in his hand, Beaufort was also stunned.

Just yesterday, a hundred-man team was annihilated by our side, and today we sent another one.

"Is the other side planning to add fuel to the fire? Hiss...but I still don't understand, what's the point of them doing this?"

Spend ammo?

But they didn't even dig a decent trench, and they didn't prepare any mortars. They charged directly at their machine gun position without even taking a dodge.

What on earth do you want to do?

Beaufort was completely confused and subconsciously looked at the captain sitting on the chair.

"Don't look at me, I don't know."

The warrior coughed dryly, got down from the chair, reached out to grab the officer's hat on the table, put it on neatly, and then picked up the rifle that was lying aside.

"No matter what they want to do... they are the enemy of His Majesty the Marshal when they come here!"

As he spoke, he cocked the gun.

"专, let's meet them!"