This Game Is Too Realistic

"...Recently, the concentration of spores in the air in Qingquan City has continued to rise. According to the analysis results of the Alliance Biological Research Institute, it is confirmed that a wave will occur within two weeks.

At present, the Alliance Army Command has designated some urban areas in Qingquan City as temporary strategic preparation areas. Residents in the Boulder City and Shuguang City areas are requested to pay attention to their personal safety, try to avoid activities in these areas, and do not leave outside the settlements unless necessary. Stay in the city for a long time.

But there is no need to panic, especially those who are new here. The annual waves have always been a repertoire of Qingquan City. Even if they come fiercely, the final victory must belong to us who are united!

"Survivor Daily" will bring you first-hand latest battle reports from the front line! "

In Boulder City, Pirate Bay Tavern, the lively atmosphere is like a blazing fire, and the sounds of drinking and shouting are endless.

Looking at the old-fashioned radio with a holographic screen on the bar, the drunk man burped and suddenly sighed.

“It’s so missed.”

The drinkers on the side looked at him.

"What do you miss?"

"House's broadcast," the man chuckled, cleared his throat and said loudly, "...my dearest and dearest listeners, the wave is coming, and the country bumpkins and beggars outside the giant wall are watching eagerly. We, who live a prosperous life, don't know how to open the door, and we can watch their jokes by the warm fireplace, watch them howl with hunger, and watch them roll in the mud with the corpses. Under the wise command of the militia, there were very few casualties. Although a few people died, those people didn’t have a single bargaining chip, and they were not actually from Boulder City.”

He imitated House's exaggerated voice, but it was so funny that everyone couldn't help laughing after hearing it.

"House hahaha!"

"If you didn't tell me, I would have almost forgotten about this guy!"

The days are getting worse day by day.

But occasionally they still think about the unhappy days in the past and the guys who have moved away.

There are some things that can only be understood when you are young.

You don't even need to add annotations, just read what Mr. House said again, and everyone will smile knowingly.

"Speaking of which, where did he go?"

"I also heard that he went to Honghe Town at first, but the mine bosses there didn't listen to the radio at all, so he just moved to Garbage City. By coincidence, there were his listeners there, but they all Thinking that he was expelled from the alliance, the MPs there were so scared that they didn't even dare to let him in. "

"Hahaha, I don't think the manager has the same level of experience as this guy. If he really has the same level of experience as him, he won't even be able to get out of here."

"I heard that he later moved to the Bugla Free State, where it didn't matter who he was, he could continue his old profession."

After that drastic change, many nobles in the inner city and businessmen who helped the nobles ran to the place in the north where money could buy everything.

For example, Weijia, I heard that her life was pretty good. She used to look like a slave, but after going there, she became like a decent person.

This guy is like a loach that got into the muddy pond from the semi-clear water, and his life is more nourishing than before.

But they didn't envy the guy.

For the vast majority of people here, they have had enough of the "win-win-take-all hardship". Whoever wants to eat can just eat it themselves.

They won't be envious if they win, and they won't feel pity if they lose. They will only go their own way from now on.

At this time, the sound of wind chimes came from the door, wet footprints stepped on the wooden floor, and Joey, the leader of the militia group who had just gotten off work, strode towards this direction.

"It's not appropriate for you to blame this on our militia group. We have done the work, although I admit that we haven't done much in the past."

Everyone's eyes turned to the direction where the sound came from. When they saw it was the man Joey had imitated House before, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he laughed and said.

"Joy? We're not targeting you. We all know you're a jerk. How are you doing lately?"

As he spoke, he pulled out the chair for Joey.

Sitting down calmly, Joey took the hot towel handed by the bartender and wiped his face.

The air quality is very bad these days.

Although the survivors here have long been accustomed to the musty air, they still inevitably get their faces and hair dirty.

He handed the towel to the bartender and said thank you. Joey ordered a cup of hot mead and said in a casual tone.

"...As before, we have to undertake defense tasks. The alliance has not made things difficult for us. As long as we can contain part of the wave in the giant wall area, they will launch an offensive from the North Third Ring Road to put pressure on our enemies."

The man put his hand on his shoulder, shook it, and said seriously.

"Don't stand alone when you are in trouble. Tell us and we can fight too."

Everyone else did the same, looking at him without joking.

Joey was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, come on, do you want to fight with a bottle of wine? Let's leave the professional work to professionals like us."

The man also grinned, but his expression was still a little uneasy. After all, the residents of the inner city had been responsible for dealing with the wave in the past 200 years. This year was not only the first time they faced this threat themselves, but it was also the strongest wave since the warm winter. of a wave.

"Do you have enough manpower?"

Joey said with a smile.

"There has never been a shortage, not to mention there is a group of talented guys this year."

"That guy?"

"The ghetto thugs, the ones who trade with the marauders."

Hearing this, the people in the tavern quickly remembered the severe beating at the beginning of the year.

Those gang members were stupid enough. The Alliance had long disliked them, but they just thought it was a problem in Boulder City and didn't bother to deal with it.

Now that Boulder City has joined the alliance, the slums hiding filth and evil under the giant wall have become a problem for the alliance. Not only do those blind assholes not know how to restrain themselves, they actually attack the residents of the shelter.

I heard that the manager was in Boulder City at the time. After learning the news, he took over and a dozen tanks that had just come down from the front line turned around and surrounded the slum under the corner. Suspected gang members were picked up and interrogated. Those who resisted with arms were shot on the spot.

I don’t know how many died in the end, but there must have been more than a thousand caught.

After that day, the entire slum was clean, and the orphanages and welfare homes in Boulder City were filled to capacity with the rescued children.

"...I heard that the management organized them into a punishment camp and received three months of military training in Qingshi County."

Taking the mead from the bartender, Joey took a sip to moisten his throat.

"It's time for them to pay their debt."

…

There is a closed camp located near the Geopark in Qingshi County.

Unlike the nearby geopark that was transformed into a mine, the people here do not need to spend all their time in the dark mine like those plunderers. After all, their crimes are not as serious as those of the plunderers.

So they only need to work for 10 hours.

As for the rest of the time, they received harsh military training, using wooden sticks instead of rifles to learn how to stab and raise the gun, crawling on the snow, and exercising their courage amidst machine gun fire and close-by artillery fire, preparing for the upcoming of wave preparation.

Some people who couldn't hold on died during training or collapsed in the mines, but those were only a few.

Even though the terrifying amount of training is crazy, the vitality of the Wastelanders itself is said to be tenacious, and there are still people in their early 1000s who survived.

In just three months, these guys who were originally gangsters completely changed their appearance. Even the guys who were originally fat and had fatty liver lost their necks.

Only after losing freedom and dignity will people know the value of both, and this is where the meaning of prison lies.

After this training in the punishment camp, even if it was not enough to make these villains understand the etiquette and shame of civilized people, it at least made their bodies remember the punishment.

The day's training ended as usual. The officers of the 1,000-man team of the Alliance's First Corps called a group of No. 100 prisoners to the cafeteria and announced the mission for the next two weeks.

Although it was expected, when they heard that they would step onto the battlefield as cannon fodder, everyone's faces still showed expressions of timidity and fear.

In response to everyone's timidity, the officer continued expressionlessly.

"This year's wave is different from previous years. Many of you will die, even the vast majority."

One prisoner swallowed, mustered up the courage to look at the officer and asked.

"What if we survive?"

The officer glanced at him and knew what he wanted to ask, and continued.

"If you survive, you can earn your qualifications as human beings. As for whether you can become a resident of the alliance, it depends on your performance."

"However, the management promised. After the wave is over, regardless of whether you have won the recognition of the alliance residents, you no longer have to come here. You can go to the south to reclaim wasteland as a 'supervised agent' and open up new settlements there. ”

"If you behave well, you have a chance to become residents."

Hearing this, many prisoners had expressions of joy on their faces. No matter how bad the situation in the south is, it is still worse than here. Besides, isn't there a Singularity City there?

As long as they are not exiled to the wasteland to fend for themselves, or thrown into the mines to die like animals, it is acceptable to them.

There are also people who know about the situation in Jinchuan Province, which may be the next battlefield of the alliance, and there are also people with sad expressions.

Looking at the prisoners whispering to each other, the officer continued expressionlessly.

"I'm not bargaining with you. You have only two choices. Either give up being a human being like those plunderers and die in the mines, or pick up your last pitiful dignity and at least let us see that you are willing to fight for humanity. Die for your identity.”

The cafeteria was quiet for a while.

One prisoner stood up first and raised his right hand.

"I'd like to go."

"your name?"

Facing the officer's inquiry, the man hesitated for a moment, lowered his head and said.

"……dagger."

There are many people with this name in the slums of Boulder City. Some people who originally had no names will mostly be given names like daggers, kitchen knives, and axes after joining gangs.

Looking at the wrinkled hyperplastic skin on his arms, the officer frowned.

Members of the Dagger Gang will tattoo a dagger on their arms as a symbol of status. Other gangs have similar habits. The former alliance relied on these tattoos to capture many low-level gang members.

Later, these guys entered the punishment camp, and at the request of the supervisors, they were either burned or sandpapered, so that all the marks on their bodies were removed, but the scars would still remain.

He probably guessed the guy's identity, but the officer didn't say anything.

"From today on, your name is Bit, and you will be responsible for these more than one hundred people."

He raised his arm and glanced at the time on his watch, and continued, "Before you turn off the lights and go to bed, give me a count of the people who are going to stay."

Bit breathed a sigh of relief, wrote down his new name, and gave a military salute.

"Yes, sir."

…

There are still two weeks left before the wave, and war preparations have entered the final stage.

A large amount of military supplies were transported into Shuguang City along the railway, and then transported to various positions in Qingquan City through transport trucks.

After uniting Boulder City, the Alliance repaired the main arterial roads in the city, both above ground and underground.

The edge of the North Fifth Ring Road.

Wearing power armor, Chu Guang, accompanied by Wrench, inspected the situation of the frontline positions.

Although the defense line is still the same as a year ago, like Dawn City, there have been earth-shaking changes.

If the alliance's army was just a group of miscellaneous weapons mixed with military and Cold War weapons before, then the one standing here now is an out-and-out regular army.

Fully automatic weapons are not only installed in the entire army, but are even distributed to squads.

A series of 155mm artillery guns with thick and long barrels stood like a forest on the position.

It's hard to imagine that just a year ago, most of the Alliance's artillery was either second-hand goods seized from looters, or knock-offs made by Brother Mosquito with a group of tortured players like him.

Not just artillery.

There are also auxiliary equipment such as exoskeletons.

Back then, the "KV-1" exoskeleton was already a good piece of equipment with just a few steel plates welded to it. Now even the people loading and unloading cargo are wearing the "Miner" exoskeleton produced in Ideal City.

Of course, it’s not just people and equipment.

The most intuitive change is the entire position itself.

High-rise buildings are connected by concrete walls topped with barbed wire to form the innermost defense line. From there, one after another extends out, relying on the skyscrapers as natural bunkers to build firepower fulcrums, leaving only a few main roads to install. There is a gate for entry and exit.

Those high-rise buildings that serve as the fulcrum of firepower are like the edges and corners of bastions in the classical era, able to provide several all-round firepower coverage to adjacent streets.

The entire defense line covers the south side of Shuguang City and the north side of Qingquan City. Survivors are active in the entire area. If the slime mold fruiting body wants to bypass this defense line, it must go around from the east or west. Go outside the city.

However, since the information exchange rate of slime mold is linked to the spore concentration, the activity of slime mold fruiting bodies in a certain area will also be affected by the spore concentration.

This is like a server that can only support 100 players at most, and the information processing efficiency and channel width are only that large. If the administrator forcibly modifies the server protocol and lifts the limit on the number of people online, the server will only have a capacity of 100 players. If 10,000 people come in, the final result must be that everyone is stuck on the slide.

The same goes for mutant slime molds that rely on "node organisms" to carry out their activities. The shortcomings in their DNA prevent them from extending their will to areas with thin spore clouds. They can only use waves to break through with power. line of defense.

The detoured fruiting bodies must be in the minority, and most of the fruiting bodies will be centered on the frontal position. This is also one of the conclusions reached by the Alliance Biological Research Institute through rigorous scientific research.

The Alliance does not need to imitate the post-war reconstruction committee method and encircle the entire city with a giant wall.

Instead, it is enough to build a line of defense that extends from the area with higher spore cloud concentration to the area with lower concentration.

"...We still kept the positions we built in the last wave. This time we reinforced them based on the original ones and also improved the defense mode!"

"According to the recommendations of the staff, we divided the defense line into ten sections, assigned each to ten thousand-man teams, and dismantled ten positions in the front, middle and rear sections in each section. , spread out in '334' mode to ensure that the firepower can cover every inch of land in front of the position!"

A more detailed improvement plan is of course not just that simple. The firepower configuration, logistics transportation, and support methods of each position are all studied in more detail. However, these cannot be explained clearly in a short while, and the wrench is not listed in detail. .

In the last wave, the alliance lacked large-scale combat experience, but this time it is different.

After the baptism of the Battle of Luoxia Province, officers and soldiers at all levels of the alliance have considerable experience in various battlefield modes such as mobile warfare and positional warfare.

Seeing the wrench being introduced with a red face, Chu Guang nodded approvingly and gave a positive evaluation.

"Good job."

Wrench smiled innocently, and the red light on his old face shone even brighter.

Most of the Alliance's first officers were like him, wastelanders saved from predators in Vault 404.

He doesn't have a very high or great ideological realm, and he doesn't like to think about that stuff at ordinary times.

For him with simple ideas, being a manager is definitely the highest honor.

Looking at the wrench with a red face, Chu Guang paused for a moment and continued.

"But there is one thing I have to tell you."

Wrench said immediately after hearing this.

"Please give me your orders!"

"It's not an order, this is about future arrangements."

Chu Guang smiled and said in a chatting tone.

"The scale of our army is getting bigger and bigger, and the original command system has become a bit bloated. So I plan to wait until the wave is over to reorganize the troops and change the original planning of thousands and ten thousand troops to a joint personnel Prepared by the Times."

There has been a lot of discussion on the forum about the establishment of the alliance army. He had previously synthesized the opinions of some of the professionals and discussed it with Vanus.

The reason why the Legion's ten-thousand-man and thousand-man formations are limited is because they have three-year clone cannon fodder, and the Wilant officers themselves are military aristocrats with fiefdoms. The whole thing is The promotion channels are based on military merit, and there is no need to set additional military ranks, so this simple and crude organization is easier for them to manage.

Although other survivor settlements in the wasteland did not have three-year rapid clones, because human life was not valuable and there was no shortage of cannon fodder, these settlements also followed suit.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with this method.

The arms produced by the legion are very popular in the entire wasteland, and as the survivor force with the strongest military force, it is only normal for other survivor forces who lack armed forces to learn and imitate.

Not to mention the predators, who adhere to the primitive laws and worship the violence of the legions. Therefore, among the predator tribes, the titles of captain of ten and centurion not only symbolize power, but also a symbol of honor and bravery.

With the dual choice between the settlements of most survivors and the raider tribes, the formations of the Thousands and Hundreds have become the mainstream in the wasteland.

However, the mainstream does not mean the only one. For example, the corporate establishment is completely opposite to that of the army.

Most of the private armed companies in Ideal City perform tasks in small teams, which are more extreme than the battalion-level tactical groups in reality, and have been streamlined to the level of "company-level tactical groups."

The troops directly under the corporate organization are composed of commandos composed of hundreds of people.

However, Ideal City does not originally expand to the outside world, and the troops directly under it only sweep away the surrounding mutants. Big troubles are basically solved with money, so there is nothing wrong with adopting such a short and powerful organization.

Whether it is an enterprise or a legion, the adoption of military concepts does not fully meet the needs of the alliance.

Chu Guang planned to make a compromise between the two.

That is, the existing NPC corps will be reorganized according to the sequential organization of corps, divisions, brigades, regiments, battalions, companies and platoons and the "three-three" organization principle.

The reorganized 1st and 2nd Corps of the Alliance will be called the 1st and 2nd Regiment of the Alliance, with 10 to 20 standard brigades of 2,000 personnel.

This organization is not only more concise and clear, but also makes it easier to award military ranks.

As for the players, they still follow the original "corps" rules.

So far, the combat efficiency of each corps is quite good, and there is no need for large-scale reforms. At most, some fine-tuning of details in battlefield positioning is required.

These corps are actually equivalent to the alliance's "battalion-level tactical groups" and are responsible for carrying out higher-risk and more exciting special operations missions.

For players with strong individual combat capabilities, it is not practical to require them to fight completely according to the standards of the regular army.

According to Chu Guang's own experience, players can accept being cut off and even enjoy the pleasure of being cut off, but they cannot accept being taught by operators how to play the game.

So he never teaches players what to do, but only sets rules to tell them what they can't do and what the penalties will be if they do.

Taking this opportunity, Chu Guang briefly talked about his plans for the future alliance's land, sea, air and space forces.

Although there was no sign of either of them, Wrench still listened carefully and didn't think he was joking at all.

After listening, he immediately gave a military salute without saying anything and said with a loyal look on his face.

"The Alliance's First Corps resolutely obeys your instructions! Your will is the will of our army."

Seeing Wan Wan's serious expression of loyalty, Chu Guang smiled lightly and said.

"It's not so serious. You just have to know what to do after this wave. I won't notify you for the time being. The reason why I told you in advance is that I hope you will try to speak my direction in the next battle. Let’s explore it. I will hold a meeting at the staff headquarters and solicit opinions from officers at all levels.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a long-drawn alarm sounded from the south.

The two of them looked over at each other unexpectedly.

The dense gray-green fog, which was originally as calm as a lake, suddenly rolled along the street and their defense line like a torrent.

It's foggy!

It's a wave!

Looking at the menacing gray mist, Chu Guang's brows raised in surprise.

The wave came earlier than the Institute of Biology expected.

But it's normal.

There is no 100% accurate weather forecast.

Seeing the rolling thick fog, Wrench's pupils shrank slightly, and he quickly looked at Chu Guang aside.

"Master Manager, please step back."

His intuition, honed on the battlefield, told him that this fog might not be that simple.

However, Chu Guang did not move. He just raised his chin towards Fang Yan on the defensive line and spoke concisely.

"Don't worry about my safety. You should care about everyone behind this line of defense."

"Now do what you have to do, and I will be here to witness your bravery!"