This Game Is Too Realistic

After the agreement was reached, a group of people temporarily returned to the side of the convoy.

Looking at Captain Wyatt with a confident expression, he whispered to Ogg, the bodyguard and deputy beside him.

"Can you survive with these guys?"

Hearing the concern in the tone, Wyatt smiled lightly and said unhappily.

"If we wait until we are 100% sure about anything, we won't be able to do anything."

Ogg whispered.

"I'm just worried about these guys betraying us."

Wyatt chuckled.

"That's the least of my worries. They won't do that."

Oghen gave him an unexpected look.

"You trust a group of marauders?"

"I don't believe it. If these scumbags have any sense of morality, they won't end up here fighting with rats and cockroaches for food." Wyatt took out a wet wipe and wiped his hands, threw it to the side of the road, and said slowly Said, "But in this matter, they have no other choice."

…

After reaching a cooperation agreement, Wyatt and his men settled in Rock Mountain City and quickly arranged surgery for Hunter Claw, the leader of the ogre tribe.

The surgery went very smoothly.

Their prosthetists not only installed a set of titanium alloy retractable steel blades and radial bones for Hunter Claw, but also strengthened the movement and nerve components of his leg tendons.

Hunting Claw was quite satisfied with the meeting gift they provided. The other tribes of predators who were entrenched in Rock Mountain City were also jealous and took the initiative to find Wyatt for cooperation, fearing that they would not be able to get a share if they agreed too late.

Wyatt was also quite generous with those predators who were willing to cooperate, and the only two operating tables were working overtime.

In fact, the expensive prosthetics were only used to demonstrate the Legion's sincerity and to bribe the leader of the marauder tribe.

What is really used to improve the combat effectiveness of the Predator mainly relies on exoskeletons purchased from the Free State, as well as assault rifles, anti-armor rocket launchers, etc.

Since the Southern Legion did not have a fixed base in the Far East, even the operating table for installing the prosthesis was purchased from the Free State, and they even used silver coins.

Those guys are willing to sell anything, even weapons to use against themselves, as long as they are willing to pay.

But if Wyatt can tell, they're still not smart enough.

What other purpose does the legion have for buying these weapons? It's nothing more than using their "old friend" Shuguang City in the south.

At least in Wyatt's view, once the "guillotine" operation is successful, regardless of whether the "tsunami" plan goes as smoothly as expected, the alliance will inevitably fall apart.

Once the alliance disintegrates, the alliance's currency will soon become a pile of waste paper.

When the time comes, they will hold a pile of silver coins in their hands and have no place to cry.

While the surgery was being arranged, truckloads of arms were also arriving near Yanshan City, and the tribe of predators entrenched in the city came to pick up the goods themselves.

In this way, a group of stragglers armed to the teeth came together from the east of the Southern Legion's alliance.

After the looters got the equipment, they were eager to try it out.

However, not everyone is full of confidence in the war that is about to begin.

For example, several captains under the Hunter Claw were full of concerns about whether they should join the legion or not.

It is worth mentioning that the cannibal tribe is just a tribe of predators with a size of a thousand people.

Although their leader is a captain of ten thousand people, he does not have an army of ten thousand people under his command, and his captain of thousands cannot be in charge of a thousand people.

This situation is very common in the wasteland, and some tribes even have captains of ten and centurions.

In fact, the only clans that could manage to form a raider tribe with a force of ten thousand people were only those clans from the Bone Chewing Tribe.

After all, those guys received funding from the legion and hijacked many people by plundering south.

Even the Bone Chewing Tribe, which had hundreds of thousands of troops, was ultimately defeated by the Alliance.

This is also the concern of all the captains.

With the Bone-Chewing Tribe's lessons learned, it was really hard for them to imagine their own chances of winning.

Not to mention, compared to the bone-chewing tribe, their strength is slightly inferior.

In the meeting tent.

Looking at the hunting claw that opened the door and walked in, a burly captain said in a hoarse voice.

"Boss, do we really want to cooperate with those guys? What kind of legion is that?"

His name is One-Eye. He was a wasteland traveler from the Prancing Horse Province before. He worked as a caravan guard for a period of time. Later, he became interested in his employer's goods and colluded with the looters to do it. From then on, he lived a good life. A life far away from society.

Later, the survivors of the Yue Ma Ting Province moved to the settlements of the Alliance, and there were fewer and fewer fat sheep around them. He followed the migrating survivors to the Hai Ya Ting Province area, and settled in the Yanshan City area, joining A tribe of cannibals.

As for why it was named 㳍One Eye, that is another story that cannot be explained in a few thousand words.

The legion installed a mechanical prosthetic eye on him, and now his right eye has regained its vision, and has also added many functions that were not available before, such as zoom focus and ballistic calculation.

However, unlike other fanatical plunderers, he did not get excited about the favors given to him by the legion, let alone the plans of the Weirant people.

Destroying the alliance would do them no good.

Those people are like the water source of the river. Those who rely on robbery must have a river to sustainably dry up the river for fishing.

Besides, in terms of strength, going head-to-head with the Alliance doesn't seem like a smart idea.

If the Legion is as omnipotent as they claim, then why don't they destroy the Alliance themselves and entrust their own mercenaries to do the job.

Looking at the hesitant One Eye, Hunting Claw didn't take it to heart and just said lightly.

"What if?"

One Eye lowered his voice and said.

"I heard that their reputation is not good... In the north, there is a bunch of idiots in the River Valley Province who listened to them, and ended up being crushed into a handful of ashes."

"I can be sure that the number of jobs promised to them by the legion will be less than the number of jobs promised to us."

Everyone in the tent looked at each other for a while after hearing this, and many of the guys who were originally excited had expressions of hesitation on their faces.

They all knew who the one-eyed man was talking about. It was nothing more than the legend of the marauders - the bone-chewing tribe that swept through half of the valley.

Whispers spread.

"...This business is worthless."

"Anyway, Wu Ming has been given to us, so it's okay even if we don't work, right?"

"That's right! It's not like we haven't done this business before..."

"It's not a bad idea to sell them to the Alliance. Anyway, if we wear mercenary skins, the Alliance won't recognize what we do!"

Looking at the people whispering, Hunting Claw sneered but did not join in the conversation.

He obviously also knew that direct conflict with the alliance was not a good idea.

But he also knew that he had no other choice after embarking on this path.

"We have no choice."

Hearing the leader's voice, the looters who were still chattering instantly fell silent.

Looking at that face that was either worried or fierce, Hunting Claw raised his voice and continued.

"For us, this is not just a matter of buying and selling, but also a matter of whether we can survive in this wasteland!"

"Think about why you came here!"

"All the fat sheep in the Prancing Horse Province have been run away. First one or two survivors moved away, and finally the entire settlement was moved away. Without those settlements, the slave owners' farms could no longer operate. These guys are either Move, or get ready to move!”

"Not only the survivors' settlements, but also the caravans on the east coast no longer travel by land, but they all took their treasures and ran to the sea!"

"Think about it, why are you here?"

Looking at the speechless predator leaders, Hunting Claw continued to raise his voice, injecting hatred into his voice.

"If we sit back and do nothing, those guys who call themselves Japanese will continue to increase their strength and then build high walls on their borders to completely isolate us from the outside world! Let us and Those mutated things rot together!"

"Listen to what they are saying! What they want to destroy is not just one or two raider tribes, but to end the entire Wasteland Era! Start a new era without us!"

"You think you have to do multiple-choice questions? No, you don't have a choice at all, or none of us have a choice! We have only one way to survive, and that is to eliminate them, cut off their flesh, chop them into pieces, and kill them The bones are thrown into the pot to make soup!”

"Only after they are destroyed, will countless settlements of survivors emerge from the wasteland again! Everything will return to the way it was before, and we will become the most terrifying existence in the entire wasteland. "

"For our sake, they must perish!!!"

The more he spoke, the more excited Hunting Claw roared at the top of his lungs. Standing in the tent, looking at his one-eyed and other leaders of the ogre tribe, he was even more shocked by his roar.

Everyone, including One Eye, woke up. This deal meant far more to them than just a deal.

This is their only chance to survive——

If the alliance-led order continues to expand, sooner or later they will run out of space!

"Fight with the bastards from the Alliance!"

"Chop them into pieces!"

"Ouch!!!!"

Everyone in the tent responded with high spirits.

They whistled, saliva flew everywhere, and their pupils flashed with a fierce light.

Looking at the people who were boiling with fighting spirit, Hunter Claw's lips curled up into a satisfied smile.

This is the effect he wants.

That guy named Chu Guang must die!

He has been hating him for more than a day or two, even though that guy may not recognize him.

But now, with the alliance's enemies coming to his door, he finally has hope of realizing his dream.

He would use the claws on his hands to take out that guy's heart with his own hands!

…

Just as the demons were crying and howling, two "Viper" transport planes dragging plasma plumes landed on the tarmac outside Settlement No. 10 one after another.

When the transport plane landed, Chu Guang glanced at the settlement and had a panoramic view of the scenery of Settlement No. 10.

Compared with Settlement No. 1, which already has a population of more than 100,000, this settlement with only less than 2,000 people is like an inconspicuous small fishing village.

A two-person-high wall formed a circle around the entire settlement, and houses of different heights were laid out along several straight main roads. Judging from the shape of the eight doors, it seems that it was built by the locals themselves, rather than by a professional designer.

Among them, in the street near the seaside, many houses have fish drying racks hanging at the door.

It can be seen that fishing is the main source of local income, followed by scavenging and farming.

As for local commercial activities, they are mainly concentrated in the area near the northern highway.

There are many local shops there, as well as some trucks selling goods and purchasing products... and most of them are from Settlement No. 1.

According to the information provided by Xiaoqi, half of the survivors living locally are soldiers of the Southern Construction Corps, while the remaining half are mostly survivors who migrated from the Prancing Horse Province.

Except for the fact that there are players everywhere, there are almost no survivors from Dawn City or Liji City who come here to live.

In fact, this is normal.

The population siphon effect from developed areas to underdeveloped areas is true no matter where it is placed.

Especially in the wasteland, development not only means prosperity, but also security.

Even those who survived after migrating from the east would prefer to walk two more steps to Settlement No. 1, which has more jobs and more people, rather than live in such a relatively low-development place.

Not to mention the survival of the South China Sea Alliance. Compared with the Death Coast, the French Fries Port in the Baiyue Strait is their "spiritual home".

However, what is gratifying is that even though this is probably the most underdeveloped place in the alliance, supporting facilities such as roads, telephone poles, and signal towers are still paved.

There are two concrete piers on the rocky coastline.

Although there are no container ships docked here, there are many fishing boats and salvage boats parked next to the pier that local residents bought with loans from Alliance Bank.

At this point, most of the adults had gone out to work, and the children were attending classes in the only school in the settlement.

Even though the local development is not good enough in Chu Guang's opinion, judging from the active working spirit of the locals and the busy situation at the dock, the locals themselves are quite satisfied with the life here.

After all, in the wasteland separated by a wall, even living is a luxury, let alone living and working in peace and contentment.

The plunderers would cause trouble for them every three seconds, and even if they paid the bills on time, they would still be beaten.

Even if there happens to be a surviving settlement similar to Boulder City nearby, there is no need to expect that the bank there will lend them money to improve their lives.

Weijia, who sells nutritional ointments in Boulder City, and Sid, who runs the settlement, and even the Bloody Hand clan and Brown Farm are all tacitly aware of the interests of the community.

Even including the "Old Leech" of Better Street who seemed to be robbed and bullied, and the businessman Drester before he chose to be an individual.

Before the alliance was born, they were all on the same oil press, but in different "states".

But now that the Alliance has successfully broken the situation, it is radiating order into the wasteland.

This trick seems to be very effective so far.

Most wasteland objects will no longer think about the wasteland after realizing the benefits of order.

Even if they leave their hometown one day, they will bring their ideals and blueprint for this era with them.

After the plane landed, Chu Guang met with senior officials from the local authorities on the tarmac.

Including the battalion commander of the militia force in Settlement No. 10, the captain of the Construction Corps, the director of the Security Bureau, the director of the government office, and only 5 elected local representatives and ordinary members of the organizational meeting.

For the sake of coming, Chu Guang shook hands with everyone, and then exchanged a few polite greetings before continuing in a critical tone.

"...You guys should stop engaging in these red tapes. What I'm most afraid of is that you will do this. Forget about it, Wei Jinrong has no need for the Southern Construction Corps in Weifu City. He has finished all his affairs and is in a hurry. And you It seems that there is still a lot of work to be done. What do you want to report to me? "

"You should do whatever you need to do. If there is a need, I will naturally come to you."

Unexpectedly, the hot face touched the cold buttocks, and the director couldn't express his grievance in his heart, so he explained with a wry smile.

"We are also worried that we did not do a good job and failed to live up to your expectations."

Chu Guang: "Then you shouldn't come to me. Instead, you should go for a walk on the pier and ask the citizens of the alliance and future citizens what inconveniences they have in their lives, or what they think about the future of Settlement No. 10. Do you have any good ideas? Their expectations are my expectations. You come to ask my opinion. It is better to spend your time on them."

The chief said immediately.

"I'm going to the dock right now."

Chu Guang: "..."

Seeing the group of people leaving reluctantly, Chu Guang sighed in his heart.

These people who came out of the Southern Construction Corps were a little too obedient. Even after they came down from their positions, they still acted like superiors and subordinates.

It's hard to say whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. There are both short-term disadvantages, but in the long-term the disadvantages definitely outweigh the advantages.

But what is gratifying is that even under such circumstances, some young people with ideas can still be born in these settlements, even if their ideas are not exactly the same as their own.

Thinking about it, Chu Guang suddenly wanted to talk to Gu Ning, the representative who was in the limelight recently.

Of course, this must be done after he gets rid of the current trouble.

After meeting all the "NPCs", Chu Guang met Mr. Quanshui dressed in overseas Chinese clothes not far from the tarmac.

It will be much easier to meet players.

Although on the surface he will still show the majesty of the camp BOSS and satisfy the players' sense of generation, in his heart he is in a relaxed state.

And you don’t have to worry about the tone of your speech, you can just say what you have to say, and just say farts if you have any.

Taking the spring water aside, Chu Guang looked at him and said.

"According to the information sold to us by intelligence dealers in the Free State, the equipment sold by their arms dealers to mysterious buyers has recently entered the Haiyia Province. At present, it can be basically concluded that the identity of the buyer is the General Staff of the Southern Army."

"Two of them came into our sight. One was Commander Wyatt, who was a member of the General Staff of the Southern Army. The other was Commander Kant, the former 140,000th Regiment of the Eastern Army. La, this person once served for the Eastern Legion's eastward expansion faction, and now he is probably defecting to the Southern Legion. There was previous intelligence evidence that this guy provided the weapons for the Bone Chewing Tribe."

Hearing the name "Kandra", Commander Quanshui was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said "f*ck".

This name is a bit confusing, it even goes back to the alpha version, and he almost forgot about it.

Seeing that the manager stopped talking, Quan Shui coughed lightly and said.

"Sorry, I'm just a little surprised, please continue."

"No," Chu Guang nodded and continued, "In short, the basic situation is like this. According to the judgment of our intelligence personnel, the Southern Army intends to plan an attack against me, and the personnel involved in the attack will mainly flee. The main thing is to plunder nearby."

"What the hell, attacking you?! How dare they?!" Quan Shui was shocked again and said in disbelief.

That's not to say there's no such possibility. The success rate of doing this on the alliance's territory is actually a bit low.

Chu Guangyan said concisely and concisely.

"... This is the decision they made based on the current situation and what they think is the most effective decision. According to our intelligence personnel, the estimated number of people in the attack may be between two and three thousand, and it cannot be ruled out that they will use mass destruction. Weapon possibilities, so I plan to place the battle location outside the settlement."

After hearing [Weapons of Mass Destruction], Quan Shui's expression gradually became serious.

"...Do you have any specific plans?"

Chu Guang smiled slightly and said.

"The plan is very simple. Since they are coming after me, I will deliberately give them a loophole."

Looking at the shocked expression on his face, Chu Guang paused for a moment and continued.

"I plan to use this opportunity to squeeze out the sepsis gathered in this area at once. Although it is unrealistic to expect to wipe out the northeastern part of Haiya Province in one or two battles, it is also unrealistic to use a devastating force to scare them. A good way to do it.”

It will come anyway, so it's better to use the southern army's conspiracy to plot.

As a card master, Chu Guang, as a card master, is not very skilled in operating this kind of "one fish, two eats" kind of thing.

After hearing Chu Guang's plan, Commander Quanshui showed a troubled expression on his face.

After struggling for a moment, he spoke in a cautious tone.

"Well, although you may have considered some unexpected situations, but a certain plan does not follow the routine... Well, I mean there may be unplanned variables. In short, I don't recommend it to you. It’s too risky to be the bait yourself.”

No way.

Who wants this guy to be the "real spring water"?

Dog Planning has emphasized more than once that if the management dies, the server will be reset directly.

If I hadn't considered [this guy is also a licensed dog, Quan Shui really wanted to come up with a bad idea on the forum and lock this guy in a culture tank in a shelter].

Not only will this not cause any safety issues, it may even have the effect of prolonging life.

Tsk.

Thinking about it this way, I am simply too filial.

Looking at the loyal Quan Shui brother, Chu Guang's eyes were a little strange, and after a long time he said something.

"...When did I say that I would be the bait?"

He continued without waiting for Quan Shui to speak.

"[Sometimes I will lend you that set of blue power armor to wear. If they really bring out a tactical nuclear bomb, you can just go up and carry it for me."

Commander Quan Shui: "...#@"

MMP!

So sloppy!