This Game Is Too Realistic

"Damn! What do you mean I came back alive? Is it weird that I came back alive?"

Is this what people say?

He took off the gas mask hanging on his face, and the big debt-ridden eyes that came out from behind Brother Bingle patted Ye Shi on the shoulder with a playful smile.

"Hey, it's not easy, it's not easy. Several times I thought I was definitely dead, but miraculously I survived."

The construction site boy and Brick standing aside nodded with deep understanding.

"It's really not easy."

Everyone else is playing games, only their team is risking their lives.

It was a ten-man team when we went, but only half of it was left when we came back.

On the other hand, the Mole team next to them had the same number of ten when they left, but only two were missing when they came back. The battle damage rate was so high that it was hard not to make people complain.

However, complaints are complaints, and everyone actually doesn’t take them too seriously.

It's a game.

Seeking death is the norm.

If you are not a hardcore player, there is no need to pursue it to the end.

Besides, the death penalty is not as severe as it was at the beginning. It is a little uncomfortable to be jailed for three days on the forum, but this has been the rule for the closed and beta test server for so long, and everyone has long been used to it.

The real loss is actually the experience gained in a battle, the money and contribution points that should be rewarded by the mission.

Teammates will also consciously help recover the dropped equipment, at least with some ammunition and grenades.

"By the way, why are you wearing this?" The battlefield atmosphere team looked at the gray coat on Brother Bian's body with envy.

Brother Bian did not speak, but looked at the big eyes on the side.

The latter said with a smile.

"I suggested it. The previous set of equipment was too ugly and unrecognizable at all. It looked more like a Predator than a Predator and was always misunderstood by friendly forces. So I had an idea and simply put together a set to match Mole and the others. The same type of skin. I said I didn’t want it at first, but then it smelled really good.”

Edge scratched the water and said harshly: "Get out! I'm not forced by you."

The boy at the construction site and Brick interrupted with a smile.

"Don't tell me, those group of plunderers were psychologically affected by us. They were instantly frightened when they saw our clothes. Later, we recommended them to the newcomers who came for reinforcements. Now all the good brothers in Red River Town are wearing this set of equipment. Got it!"

Even during the roughest period of the tide, Shelter 404 never stopped providing “support” to its neighbors.

According to the data mentioned by Brother Mole in the battle report, the current "garrison" of the shelter in Honghe Town has increased to 50 people.

Except for the 10 long-term NPC guards, all are players, and they have been regularly replenishing troops to maintain this number.

It is obvious that this "Death Corps" with its fierce fighting style has completely gained a reputation in the Honghe Town area.

The engineer shovels and the bayonets shining brightly under the muzzles have not only become an eternal nightmare in the hearts of the looters, but have also become the gods of war in the eyes of mercenaries and slave owners!

Especially the "gray coat", it is simply more intimidating than the navy blue coats worn by the legionary captains!

The local slave owners and chamber of commerce wanted them to stay in Red River Town, and even took the initiative to provide the shelter with a fifty-acre site.

Although nothing can be grown on the land over there, having a station means taking root.

The administrator has deployed 40 training cabins there, and seems to be planning to transform it into a military base stationed abroad.

Currently, as long as professional soldier players have reached LV8 and firearm proficiency level 3, they can apply to experience new maps and new missions.

However, the number of people is limited, so you just have to queue up after registering.

Looking at the envious face of the warlord, the canyon fugitive mole said with joy.

"Well, I have good design taste, right?"

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Damn it! This guy pretended to do it!"

Speaking of which, he had suggested that everyone get a unified "team uniform" before, but that old man in Quanshui was too picky about money.

Lao Hei liked his post, but Lao Gou Bifei said, "Skin that cannot be attacked is just crumbs" and "Anyway, you can't see anything when wearing an armored exoskeleton."

That's not all. He even complained about his second grade.

Special grandma’s, what does it have to do with the second grade?

It’s obviously just picking!

Unlike the warlords, Ye Shi was not concerned about what the people were wearing, but was looking curiously at the trucks behind them.

No need to ask.

It must contain trophies dragged back from Honghe Town.

Based on a conservative estimate of three times the overload capacity, the various ores piled on those trucks amounted to at least fifty or sixty tons.

In addition, there were nearly a hundred slaves who came back with them. The nearby NPC merchants looked envious when they saw it.

One slave can be exchanged for five assault rifles.

This is really a fortune!

Ye Shi said with envy.

"Is the battle over in Honghe Town over?"

The canyon's fugitive mole shook his head.

"Finished? It's still early!"

"The slave owners over there are too weak in combat effectiveness. They have recruited a lot of mercenaries, and their individual combat effectiveness is not weak, but they are a ragtag group of people who don't cooperate at all when fighting."

"Relying on the imported artillery shells and weapons, the coalition forces in Honghe Town fought quite smoothly at first, winning several local battles in succession. However, their logistics were too stretched, the ammunition often did not match, and the firepower was always It was intermittent, coupled with the low level of organization, the hilltops we occupied could not be defended at all. Often the positions we captured during the day were lost again at night."

"In addition, the Bone Chewing Tribe has a large number of people and a steady stream of reinforcements from the central part of the province. There are also many plunderers who have heard rumors that they plan to establish a plunderer kingdom and have taken the initiative to come to join them from neighboring provinces in the east. . Anyway, the two sides use Lutou Mountain as the boundary, and they repeatedly compete for a few mountain tops, spending more than ten kilometers in depth on the position."

Support weapons such as mortars and anti-tank rifles are not unique to Vault 404. Some large and medium-sized survivor settlements with industrial production capabilities can also produce them, but there are differences in cost and performance.

Red River Town does not only import ammunition from Shelter 404. Not to mention the variety of weapons brought by the mercenaries. Speaking of themselves, they only have medium-sized mortars with three calibers: 80, 85, and 88. In addition, There are also two 105 cast iron mortars.

The logistics are not unified and the command is not coordinated. It is difficult for the rich locals to fight against the looters for so long.

Ye Shi asked strangely.

"Then why are you back?"

The Canyon Mole rolled his eyes.

"Come back to participate in the event. I have been watching your discussions on the forum all day long. I feel like we are not playing a game!"

When the new map was first opened, he was quite excited because he was lucky enough to get the "experience qualification". After all, not everyone has this opportunity to be the first to try it.

Although Red River Town is a bit far away from Boulder City, as long as it can bring first-hand information to the players, it won’t be a big problem!

However, now, a month has passed, and the new map is no longer that new. Players are even tired of reading his battle reports, and even cloud players have gone to discuss the wave.

The guide with tens of thousands of words had only three digits of likes, which instantly made him feel like a "version abandonment".

Hearing that this "Decisive Battle Plan" was the last event before the end of the A-round test, he said he couldn't miss it this time!

Irena also chimed in.

"We've been on the new map for long enough, it's time for someone else to go in and brush it."

Elf King Fugui said with a playful smile.

"Lao Na has a deep resentment towards the alien species there. There are no arthropods that are not poisonous."

Irena immediately protested.

"Get out! Am I that kind of person?"

Brother Mole ignored these two people, but looked at Ye Shi and asked, "It's you, why aren't you with Old Bai Fangchang and the others today?"

Ye Shi said with a smile.

"Isn't there a big job tomorrow morning? We will split up in the afternoon. Lao Bai and the others went to Goblin Technology to purchase new equipment. I originally planned to go, but I heard that there was something wrong with the trading post. I ran over to pick up the orange outfit and missed it...it's a pity that I didn't pick it up, so I feel bad!"

The orange outfit naturally refers to the "Miner Type I" exoskeleton.

This thing is an imported product shipped from Ideal City. The battery uses "metallic hydrogen" which is one level higher than "solid hydrogen".

Since the last time it was sold out, the official store of the shelter has not replenished the goods. Only the caravans from the east occasionally bring them, which is rarely seen in the neighboring Boulder City.

Yesterday, a group of wild traders came out of the trading station and happened to bring a set. They were spotted by a small player of the power system. They bought it decisively without saying a word. That night, they went to the forum to show off, resulting in a large number of players running around early this morning. Come hang out here.

Although the exoskeletons sold by "Wild NPC" are a bit more expensive, they have no contribution points, no level restrictions, and no restrictions on secondary transactions, so they are still very popular.

In a word, if you buy it, you will earn it!

But what interested Mole the most was not the exoskeleton, but the first half of Ye Shi's sentence.

"Mosquito has new equipment?"

"Yes, Brother Mosquito was bragging in the group yesterday," Ye Shi chuckled, "I have a saying, this guy Mosquito is really getting more and more punished. He used to be a recoilless gun, but now he even destroys RPGs. Out!"

The moment he heard these words, not only Mole and the others, but also the Battlefield Atmosphere Team standing nearby looked at him in surprise.

"RPG?"

"???"

"What the hell?!"

This is really getting more and more punishing!

…

In fact, it's not just Lao Bai and his team who are purchasing from Goblin Technology at the moment, but also the spring water that the warlords are most interested in.

During the previous 65th Street blockade, Quanshui deeply reflected on the reasons for the failure.

Putting aside the factors of plot killing, when the fourth wave of offensive came, the crawlers circled their flanks on the one hand, but more importantly, they were defeated by the lack of anti-armor capabilities.

Before the sniper war started, although he had considered planning and possibly designing some units with "exceeding armor" as BOSS, he asked players carrying "lances" and "heavy lances" not only to bring high explosives, but also to bring two A magazine penetrates armor.

However, he never expected that the planning would be so stupid.

37 armor-piercing bullets cannot penetrate the armor of the "Decay Knight"!

If they hadn't been overwhelmed by high-armor tank units like the "Decay Knights", Class B and Class C would have been able to hold on for a while.

Since power armor can be turned into "one of one's own" by slime mold, he has reason to believe that he will encounter even more outrageous things in the future.

But what he didn't expect was that he originally just came to buy a recoilless rifle, but he actually made a street fighting artifact like the RPG-7!

A shooting range on the outskirts of an industrial area.

Looking at the 400-grade steel plate in front of him that had been penetrated by armor-piercing bullets, Commander Quanshui's eyes widened. It took him a while to squeeze out an incoherent sentence from his throat.

"...Are you really selling furniture?"

The mosquito standing nearby heard it and said with a smile.

"Ancestor craftsmanship, purely handmade. What, the boss is planning to create a new one? Send me a private message on the forum."

Commander Quan Shui: "...Let's forget it."

I always feel that exposing your address to this guy is quite dangerous.

Don't just click the mouse and place an order, and have a pair of silver handcuffs sent to you.

That's a big deal.

Lao Bai, who was standing aside, put down the launch tube that was emitting white smoke, with the same expression of surprise and admiration on his face.

"There's something about this power!"

But this propellant... smells like Twin Stone-2?

It is a little different from RPG-7’s diethylene glycol.

The piezoelectric fuze is probably a modern modification, and the muzzle velocity is much faster than the previous homemade "recoilless rifle". The power of the matching armor-piercing projectile can be regarded as translational inheritance. A needle-shaped trigger is buried in the front end of the tapered projectile. As long as it is poked, the vertical penetration can reach 400 meters!

This power is already considerable!

But thinking of this, Lao Bai suddenly reacted.

How the hell is this imitation of an RPG? !

It's obviously an imitation of our own 69-type 40 rocket launcher, okay?

Not noticing the strange look in Lao Bai's eyes, WC continued talking with great excitement.

"In addition to 85mm armor-piercing bombs, we also provide range-killing 85mm high-explosive grenades! The price is only 200 silver coins, and you get a launch tube when you buy five! It's very easy to use!"

The price of 200 silver coins is much more expensive than Iron Fist.

But it’s not unaffordable for Lao Bai and the others.

Before the start of each battle, the shelter will allocate a budget to each squad to purchase ammunition based on their combat strength.

You don’t need to pay for ammunition that is within your budget. For some longer-lasting battles, supplies will be sent along with reinforcements from the rear, and this is free of charge.

The use of ammunition budget only affects the campaign score, which is an old tradition that has existed for several versions.

"...You are getting more and more tortured."

Hearing Lao Bai's meaningful compliment, WC really smiled.

"Just kidding, when have the weapons I designed ever disappointed?"

"Just ask one question, do you accept it?"

As soon as they heard this sentence, everyone's eyes suddenly became a little subtle.

To say that his equipment is useless would definitely be speaking out of conscience.

But I think it is very useful, but sometimes it is too tight for my hips.

Lao Bai subtly moved his eyes away.

"Take half of it."

Storm nodded.

"+1, half served."

Fang Chang: "I have to consider the remaining half, mainly because I'm afraid you will be proud."

Commander Fountain: "I couldn't agree more."

WC is really a mosquito, cursing and saying: "Gan! I ask you a word, you are talking a lot of nonsense!"

Lao Bai smiled and patted Mosquito on the shoulder.

"Good brother, the main reason is that your equipment has not been tested in actual combat, so I can't say too much! How about this, you give me a 50% discount, and I will purchase 10 armor-piercing grenades from you at a time. Help you make a name for yourself!"

WC really has mosquitoes rolling their eyes.

"50% off?! You might as well let me give it to you for free!"

Fang Chang's eyes lit up.

"Is there such a good thing?"

WC is really full of mosquitoes: "Get out! The maximum is 10% off, it can't be any cheaper! If it's any cheaper, I'll lose money!"

Upon hearing this, at least four pairs of eyes rolled in his face in response.

"I believe you ghost!"

Even if you kill Fang Chang, you won't believe it. This guy only earns 20 silver coins from a rocket launcher worth 200 silver coins.

A conservative estimate is 50% profit!

Silver coins have indeed inflated a lot since the Alpha1.0 version, but because of the opening of business routes in Honghe Town, the prices of various metal and non-metal raw materials have not increased much. With the improvement of supporting facilities in the industrial zone and the increase in production capacity, industrial products On the contrary, it didn’t rise much.

In the end, after some haggling, the two parties finally reached a consensus and settled the transaction at a price of 180 silver coins for each armor-piercing bomb and 130 silver coins for each high-explosive grenade.

The Niu Ma Squad purchased a total of 25 rounds of rocket launcher ammunition, and the Quan Shui Squad also purchased 15 rounds, which completely filled up the mosquito inventory, and the firepower output was fully maximized!

After the group agreed on the price, they returned to the Goblin Technology factory. The newly produced ammunition was stored in the warehouse of the factory.

When walking into the factory, Quan Shui, who was looking left and right, suddenly noticed a pile of wood pieces piled near the door, and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"What is that thing?"

Seeing that someone noticed his masterpiece, Mosquito said with a smile.

"W-1 'Flying Mosquito' glider! It adopts a wooden body and a groundbreaking electric structure. It is a perfect fusion of the most primitive wood and the most advanced solid-state hydrogen technology. It is the proud work of me and my apprentices. It sells for only 3,000 silver coins. ! How about it? Isn’t it very cheap? Don’t you consider getting one?”

Not far away, [Presenter], who was tinkering with a motor with a screwdriver, happened to hear these words and couldn't help but turn around and complain.

"Are you so embarrassed? I designed the fuselage, the engine was designed by Death, the blades were rubbed by Soul Chaser's hands, and the bomb launcher was made by Death God. What the hell did you do?"

If not for the money.

He has already gone it alone!

Mosquito was unmoved and smiled cheekily.

"I've learned from your strengths and complemented each other's weaknesses. This is called resource integration."

To stop the fight: "@#￥%!"

Fang Chang walked over curiously and took a look at the pile of wood.

If you look closely, you can see that there are actually two wings and a flat structure that is probably the belly of the aircraft.

But using wood as a structure and making the parts so scattered...will it really not fall apart when it flies into the sky?

"...W-1 is fine, why not call it WC-1?"

Mosquito said with a shy smile.

"Actually, I did plan to name it at the beginning, but my disciples didn't have artistic talent. They said they wanted to shit when they sat on it, so I removed the C."

Lao Bai: "Pfft..."

Gale: "I can no longer look directly at this plane."

Commander Quan Shui's expression was a little subtle.

"Am I the only one wondering if this thing can fly?"

Wooden body with solid hydrogen battery.

He had never seen such a strange combination.

Guangfeng touched the bridge of his nose.

"A rational analysis shows that the energy density of hydrogen is nearly three times that of gasoline. Although hydrogen tanks are definitely not possible, solid hydrogen... should be possible in theory, but this is under ideal conditions."

"It's a game! Use your imagination and don't be so rigid!"

Patting Guangfeng's shoulder, Mosquito had a confident smile on his face, "Good brother, believe me! I promise you can definitely fly! If you can't fly, you won't be charged!"

Guang Feng glanced sideways at him.

"Don't encourage me, I won't drive it."

Lao Bai stared at the motor for a while and frowned.

"But what about the runway? Even if you can fly... you have to have a runway to take off, right?"

Mosquito said with a smile.

"This epoch-making aircraft naturally does not use a runway in the traditional sense."

Quan Shui vaguely guessed something and swallowed.

"Could it be..."

"Tall buildings! There are thousands of meters high buildings everywhere here!"

Mosquito strode to the pile of wooden parts and pulled out an aluminum joystick that had not yet been installed.

The enthusiasm flashing in his eyes made everyone around him take a step back unconsciously.

Without noticing the expressions on everyone's faces, Mosquito's voice became more and more excited.

"According to my calculations, it takes less than one thousand meters, and a height of 800 meters is enough!"

"Stop the engine and dive down. When you are two hundred meters above the ground, pull up the control stick and switch. You will turn into a bolt of lightning!"

Fang Chang’s Adam’s apple moved.

"...What if it doesn't pull up?"

The mosquito still repeated that sentence.

"You will turn into a bolt of lightning!"

Lao Bai: "?"

Kuangfeng: "??"

Fang Chang: "???"

Commander of Fountain: "...???"

If you don’t understand, just ask.

Is this the kind of equipment a normal person would choose? !

…

Dusk.

Silence enveloped the sky over Qingquan City. Corpse chasers wearing chemical protective suits carried stretchers piled with corpses and evacuated the battlefield one after another.

On the frontline position not far from them, figures carrying rifles and eager to try were arriving from the rear one after another.

Among them are the "Death Corps" who have been on the battlefield and wear gray coats, there are also the "Mountain Corps" who were transferred from Far Creek Town and wear green coats, and there are also miscellaneous teams with distinctive personal colors and various equipment... But there is no one. Dare to doubt their fighting ability.

No matter which equipment they use, they are undoubtedly the best among the best.

In the days of fighting and constant resurrection, they have summed up a set of fighting methods that are most suitable for them, and passed on these valuable experiences - or strategies, to the newcomers they mentored.

Each of them is a flag!

"Did you move all your belongings out?" Vanus stood by the window of the building, looking down at the battlefield below in surprise.

With such a chilling atmosphere like a forest of guns and flags, even if the young army of the legion stood in front of them, I'm afraid it would be nothing more than this!

Chu Guang, who was standing nearby and wearing power armor, only said calmly.

"Where is this?"

Daytime is their home field.

According to his own plans.

Players will take turns to hold on to the defense line until dawn, and when the last round of offensive declines before dawn, they will launch a full counterattack against the wave!

Don't give those bugs any chance to breathe!

Starting yesterday, the industrial zone temporarily suspended all export orders and concentrated all production capacity on the front line.

Boxes and bundles of ammunition were delivered to the frontline ammunition depot. In addition, two sets of 100KW wood-burning generator sets and 200 newly produced sleep cabins were deployed downstairs of the temporary command post to provide players with archives and Take a break offline.

Equipment is tight.

The rest time allotted to each player's clone is only 4 hours, but this time is enough to relieve the fatigue state.

Players who signed up to participate in the event have already asked for leave in advance.

It doesn't matter if you can't participate. "Wasteland OL" is a MM that focuses on leisure and is neither hesitant nor boring. It will never force players to participate in server activities.

At most, they will provide rewards in the event that are difficult to refuse.

Looking at the sunset gradually disappearing on the street, Chu Guang felt the blood burning in his heart.

This will be the battle with the largest number of participants and the largest scale since the launch of the "Wasteland OL" server, and the type and quantity of equipment invested will reach its peak!

He has deployed two Hummingbird drones on the edge of the battlefield, and the camera has been locked on the battlefield filled with spore clouds.

"bring it on."

Chu Guang gently clenched his fist and exhaled the turbid air in his chest.

"Let me see what you are capable of!"

…

The shadows of tall buildings gradually disappeared into the riddled alleys.

There was a faint hint of red with the smell of blood in the thick gray-green fog, as well as the squeaking teeth that made the legs and feet weak.

However, no one's legs were weak.

After experiencing the baptism of war for days, even the 400 newbies who just entered the game in the Alpha1.1 version have mostly become qualified warriors.

to them.

Victory is the only creed.

Death is nothing!

There was a hint of excitement in the chirping noise, and the players on the front line skillfully opened the safety on their rifles and leaned behind the bunkers made of concrete rubble.

"Everyone is in position! There are only five minutes left!"

"...I repeat, newbies in the team, please take note, let the machine gunners fire first. I have stabilized the rifles, and we will fight when the wave approaches fifty meters!"

"Remember! You are no longer rookies. Stop using the little guy in your hand to pick the tyrant's teeth! Trust your teammates and the lances in their hands! Use the ammunition where it should be used!"

"Here we come - ready to fight!"

A long and shrill roar came from the thick fog.

Running gnawers surged out of the darkness like a tide, rushing towards the players' positions across a messy battlefield.

At the same time, three flares rose into the sky, clearing the haze from the streets.

The machine gun deployed in the building roared first, and the bullets whizzed through the thick gray-green fog, forming a dense rain of steel fire.

Immediately afterwards, the water-cooled Maxim deployed at the forefront also spit out tongues of fire and fired wildly at the alien swarm that was rushing towards them like a tsunami.

The players fired skillfully, and each team cooperated tacitly to eliminate the alien species in their respective defense zones.

The first round of charges was nothing more than cannon fodder.

They were already familiar with the aliens' routines.

First use the Gnawer swarm to consume their bullets, and then send out high health units and high mobility units to try to break through the defense line.

Above the temporary command post, on the roof of the building.

Mosquito is taking his four apprentices to assemble the W-1 "Flying Mosquito" glider against the strong wind blowing on the rooftop.

Since it was an experimental type, after an hour of debate, he finally convinced his four disciples to add an X after the W.

There are two 100-kilogram aerial bombs installed on the plane. The power is comparable to the powerful 250-pound aerial bomb, and the weight is actually not much different.

In addition, there are two 7-caliber small-caliber machine guns installed in the cabin.

Although it was initially proposed to directly mount the 20-meter cannon, Mosquito rejected this proposal after careful consideration.

20 cannons and ammunition are too heavy!

With that kind of weight, it’s better to carry two more aerial bombs!

What's more, this thing is a product of a "friendly merchant".

This is the time for Goblin Technology to flex its muscles. How can it let its friends and businessmen steal the spotlight?

"Hurry up!" Mosquito, who was holding a telescope, urged his disciples loudly while overlooking the battlefield that could not be seen clearly.

I couldn't help but raise my head and complain.

"Damn it! You're here to help!"

Mosquito glared at him.

"I'm a pilot! I said I'm in charge of flying, what do you want me to do for you? How about we switch?!"

Quanjia trembled for a moment, then cursed and stopped making any sound.

It’s not that I’m afraid of heights.

Mainly because I feel unsure.

Although he participated in the design of this thing, the difference between a fixed wing and a quadcopter was so great that he was not sure whether it could fly.

What if?

What if the propeller breaks or the wing falls apart?

That's not a sacrifice to heaven on the spot!

Mosquito doesn't care about embarrassment, but he still can't let go of his reserve.

"Why do I feel something is wrong?" Mosquito standing by the building suddenly said.

"What? What's wrong?" Against the blowing wind, he raised his head with his eyes narrowed.

Holding the telescope steadily, Mosquito frowned and muttered.

"The gunfire lasted for too long!"

Isn't the first wave of offensive over yet?

Logically speaking, it should have ended long ago!

He always had a bad feeling.

With the dog's planning nature, he will definitely not follow the routine.

He can be regarded as a hardcore veteran player who has joined the server in the early version. He has already learned about Aguang's capricious "narrative style".

Just when he vaguely felt something was wrong, a conspicuous scarlet color suddenly lit up in the thick gray-green fog.

The mortar position that was still waiting for the next round of offensive suddenly opened fire, and dozens of shells whizzed into the sky, exploding into a fire around the scarlet light.

The gunfire below the building became more intense, and a faint roar of pain could be heard in the thick fog...

Looking at the spore cloud dispersed by the explosion shock wave, looking at the monster gradually appearing in the thick fog, and the mosquito holding the telescope tightly, I couldn't help blurting out a beautiful hometown dialect.

"What the hell!?"

"What the hell is that?!"