This Game is Too Real

Northern River Valley Province.

　　 The bitter north wind whistling, thousands of miles of snow drifting like knives.

　　 looked at it, countless bullet craters, crawling across the cracked ground, and the whole wasteland was like being plowed by something, messy everywhere.

　　 Under every inch of soil, there are scorched corpses. On the gentle mound not far away, a burning lion flag was obliquely inserted——

　　 That is the banner of the legion!

　　 Ten days ago, the Legion Expeditionary Force, which was stalemate with the Great Rift Valley, launched its first offensive in winter against the Great Rift Valley.

　　 This sudden cold winter brought the physical and mental strength of both parties to the limit. Everyone knew in their hearts that the decisive moment had arrived.

　　 The battle-tested General Klass made a decisive move, seizing the opportunity of the advent of Blizzard, and taking advantage of the harsh natural climate to weaken the Divine Shield system to launch a general attack.

　　 His judgment is correct.

　　 Unfortunately, although the snowstorm did affect the performance of the Divine Shield system, it did not weaken the defenders' defensive will.

　　 UAV’s aerial bombs are like death’s sickle, raining iron rain on the battlefield, and the legion’s artillery fired back unwillingly, covering light and heavy armored units and the light infantry in the mountains to launch an impact. In the short ten-kilometer position, I saw batches of tens of thousands of people filling in, but no one came back.

　　 The entire battlefield became a cruel meat grinder.

　　 Both sides have paid heavy casualties, but the price on the Legion's side is obviously higher.

　　 The sound of cannons in the distance sounded again, like a beating war drum, but anyone could hear that the oil in the drum was gone and the lamp died.

　　 The man in the navy blue military uniform was awakened by the sound of cannons.

　　 He shook his head, spit out the mud from his mouth, and struggled to get up from the ground.

　　 Ten minutes ago, as the captain of ten, he was ordered to lead a squad of twenty light infantry to fill the gap in defense.

　　 His commander did not tell him the specific battle order, but only ordered one sentence-"No retreat", and then he was pushed out.

　　 When he opened his eyes again, the burning banner was hundreds of meters away from him. Looking around, there are no living people around, only the ground where even the snow has been dried.

　　 He lowered his head and saw the dangling trouser legs and half of the intestines exposed in his abdomen.

　　 couldn't help the fear in his heart anymore. He threw away the rifle in his hand, fell into the mud, and let out a cry like a baby.

　　 A similar scene can be seen everywhere on this land.

　　 At this moment, dozens of kilometers behind him, on the plain leading to the northwestern valley of the valley, a convoy of retreating westward is suffering a devastating blow.

　　 They planned to retreat to the west, but the two power armor formations quickly intercepted them after breaking through the northern defense zone.

　　 Steel is burning, and there are only a handful of survivors.

　　 A power armor with searchlights hung on its shoulders is dragging a **** man out of the wreckage of an off-road vehicle.

　　 "I can pay... the ransom." He was missing a tooth, his left eye was stuck with blood, but he could barely speak, "We lost... I surrendered."

　　 Failure is not terrible.

　　His Klass army will not win every battle in his life.

　　 However, the power armor ignored him. After comparing the holographic image information, it looked at the comrades aside.

　　 "It's him, the leader of the expeditionary army, Krass."

　　 "Are you sure it's not a clone or similar double?"

　　 "Not sure, but does it matter?"

　　 Everyone laughed.

Yes.

　　 Is this important?

　　The army's power in the valley provinces has been destroyed. They wiped out hundreds of thousands of troops, leaving a dead runaway.

　　 What if there is a polished commander left?

　　 The power armor, looking at the man he was holding in his hand, shook the aging flesh and blood like a chicken.

　　 "There is a den of dead claws nearby."

　　 "Great, those little guys must be extremely hungry."

　　 "They will like this gift."

　　 Hearing everyone's conversation, Klass's face that didn't change from shock showed a trace of panic. His dry hands held the steel that clamped his neck and struggled in vain.

　　 "You guys, kill me... Legion, no, let you go!"

　　 Klass feels difficult to breathe.

　　 The man looked at him mockingly, staring into his eyes.

　　 "Then let them come."

　　 "There are no cowards in the land of the valley."

　　……

　　 The sky lights up.

　　 The sparse noise disturbed the tranquility outside the east gate of the long-term farm. The young guard standing on the fence beat Hatch, and gave the fellow robe who came to the shift a tired look.

"You finally came."

　　 The guard with a horse face came, holding an iron tea jar with boiling water in his hand, and glanced at the road outside the wall.

　　His name is Liu Ding, and he is the adjutant of Wrench.

　　 Before his name was actually called Rivet, but the manager who loves to name people changed it for him, and he happily accepted it.

　　 "Is there anything going on last night?"

"No," Lu Bei shook his head and put the gun on his back. "I stared at them all night, and apart from the loud snoring, I couldn't see anything abnormal... I'll leave it to you here. I have to get some sleep. ."

　　 He is the youngest member of the outpost guard. He just turned fourteen last month, but he looks no different from an adult.

　　In the guards, age and birth are not a problem. The only requirement of managers is loyalty and honesty. Although he is the youngest, Lu Bei feels that he meets this standard better than anyone else.

　　 He has no family for a long time, and unconditionally believes in saving him from the dungeon of the predators, Master Manager. Not to mention standing guard, he was even willing to die for him.

　　 "Go and rest boy, leave it to me here."

　　 Orange patted the young guard on the shoulder, watched him leave, and placed the iron tea mug on the frozen concrete bunker.

　　 Looking at the refugee’s camp, he took off the Arbiter’s rifle on his back and stared meticulously in that direction.

　　 Some refugees came out of the camp and went outside to collect firewood, and some others set up a pot and threw the snow in to boil it.

　　 The man named Jiuli is directing them, seeming to take care of everything in order, but Liu Ding is not optimistic that he can control these people.

　　 Unlike the nomad tribe of Iron Axe, Liu Ding can tell from experience at a glance that these people are not a group.

　　 Whether it is the distribution or orientation of the shack, and the location of the fire, it means that there are at least four groups...maybe more.

　　 On the other side, the prisoners of war were also driven out to collect firewood, and the fuel demand of the entire Longjiu Farm surged several times.

　　 I heard the old Luca say that they have to build two more charcoal kilns to maintain the fuel balance. The prisoners of those regiments should be picking firewood all day outside.

　　Keeping in mind the manager's instructions, Orange tightened his heavy rifle in his hand, and cheered himself up.

　　 "I hope nothing will happen."

　　……

　　 Outpost.

　　 The little fish who came to the surface early, took advantage of the fact that the bank hadn’t opened and everyone hadn’t been online yet, and quietly piled up a snowman on the square in front of the sanatorium.

　　 Although it may be meaningless, and the snowmen she made are not pretty, she still wants to do something for the people who guard the safety of the refuge.

　　 [Today’s adventure, too! 】

　　 hung a wooden sign on the snowman’s belly with a line of crooked characters written on it, which she learned recently.

　　 Finally you're done.

　　 patted the snow off the glove, the little fish hopped back two steps, looked at his masterpiece with gleaming eyes, and gave a thumbs up with satisfaction.

　　 "Not bad, but the little fish is great."

　　 imitating the manager's accent and complimented himself, Xiaoyu slipped away in a good mood.

　　 After a while, the players went online one after another.

　　 Seeing the snowman on the square and the crooked characters written on the sign, countless small players suddenly felt their hearts melted.

　　 "!!!"

　　 "Woo, this snowman! Little Keli must have piled it up for me!"

　　 "Crack, demon demon spirit? It's time to rush for performance at the end of the year. I helped you find a perversion."

　　 "I feel so full of power that I can even win a crack claw!"

"Slitclaw? It's not just a hand!"

　　 "Brother, get up!"

"Hey, Xiaoyu must have piled it up to encourage me. Don't worry, sister will pay attention to safety, and wait to come back to make delicious mushroom soup for you!" It was not enough to say, Yaya took out a beautiful big mushroom from his pocket , Carefully made a nose for the snowman.

　　 "Wait for me! I think something is missing!"

　　 Seeing Raven’s movements, Fujito suddenly clapped his hands like something, turned around and ran to the hut, took a scarf, and hung it around the snowman’s neck when he came back.

　　 "Ness!" Fujito stroked his chin with satisfaction, nodded triumphantly and said, "It's so much better!"

　　 Carrying the newly made rocket, the mosquito smiled and wanted to join in the fun, but before reaching the square, a group of enthusiastic little players pressed it on the ground and took a bite of snow.

　　 "What are you doing! My rocket! That's my rocket!"

　　 "Gan! You guys are actually giving money!"

　　 Xia Yan, who was yawning, carried Xiao Qi to the third floor.

　　 glanced at the square outside the window, and she couldn't help but spit out the players who yelled strangely early in the morning.

　　 "I really envy them, they are so motivated early in the morning."

　　 "Xiao Qi was also full of enthusiasm until he was carried upstairs by a strange woman."

　　 Xia Yan glared at the wastebasket.

　　 "What do you mean, I was wrong to help you up?"

　　 Xiao Qi's camera did not look at her.

　　 "Xiao Qi doesn't want to talk to you today, please wait until tomorrow."

　　 "I'm rare!"

　　 There is something wrong!

　　 Rolled his eyes, Xia Yan turned around and went downstairs to open the door to the weapon shop.

　　 Today’s Refuge No. 404 is as lively as yesterday, and the young and energetic players went out to work early in the morning.

　　 As for Chu Guang, of course he was not idle.

　　As a planner, he knows very well that he can't always squat in front of the computer and look at the screen. He still has to do some planning.

　　 For example, give players more benefits.

　　 No. 81 Iron and Steel Plant.

　　 Standing next to a machine with an area of ​​about six or seven square meters, Chu Guang looked up and down, and said after a while.

　　 "This is called... Punch?"

"Yes, my dear manager! It's a little bit crude, but its function is not bad at all," Brother Suo said with a smile, "By the way, this is my graduation project... although you may not know it. What is the graduation project."

　　Chu Guangxin said that you really regarded me as a fool, but didn't say much, and there was no change in expression on his face.

　　Npc has this advantage.

　　 I don’t respond when I don’t want to talk to people. I don’t want to explain and don’t explain, and no one feels impolite. This is much more comfortable than doing sales.

　　 Brother Levine also said with a smile.

"That's right! The principle of punching machines is actually the same, circular motion to linear motion. We designed a set of motors to drive the flywheel, and drive the gear, crankshaft, and connecting rod through the clutch to push the slider for processing. The maximum impulse is average, right? It’s a bit difficult to build the engine, but the parts of the AK are still okay. The only trouble is that the quality of the lubricating oil is not very good. We use the betulinic acid and turpentine to make... Anyway, it is active at the moment, let’s take a look at it later. ."

　　Brother toilet cable: "What ak! It's ld!"

　　 Brother Levine said embarrassedly: "Yes, hey, I forgot."

　　 To be honest, not only did Chu Guang not feel that this machine was rudimentary, he even felt that it was hanging up.

　　 By the way, are the parts used in this machine really cut out by his machine?

　　 This is too much punishment!

　　 Next to the punch, there is a thermal piercing machine, which is used to make seamless steel pipes.

　　The fired steel will be sent to the bottom of the roll to be pressed into a rod shape, and then fixed on the fixture, pierced with a motor-driven plug, cut, cooled, and sent to the worktable to pull out the rifling with a boring cutter.

　　Beside the workbench, you can see a batch of finished steel pipes and casing parts, which are exactly the orders that Chu Guang had asked them to complete.

　　 "Are these two devices easy to operate?"

　　 "It's very convenient!" Brother Levine patted his chest and packed his ticket. "My Manager, if you want to produce anything, just leave it to us, and our products are guaranteed to satisfy you!"

　　 Chu Guang looked at the two approvingly, and nodded in satisfaction.

　　 "You guys did a great job!"

　　 "With these weapons, we have more confidence to survive in this world!"

　　 The check he wrote before can finally be cashed!

mission completed!

　　 Both received the reminder at the same time, and immediately opened the vm and took a look.

　　 Looking at the balance on the corporate account, the faces of Brother Levin and Brother Toilet Suo showed excitement at the same time.

　　 got rich!

　　 Chu Guang quickly placed a new order for them, and then asked the warehouse manager to check the batch of goods and take it to the warehouse.

　　 Assembling can be left to Boss Xia.

　　 She has plenty of tools. If the precision of the parts is not enough to fit them, just take care of them a little bit. It won’t be difficult.

　　 However, Chu Guang felt that this worry should be unnecessary. After all, the mold of the punching machine was cut out with a "magnetically confined plasma numerical control machine".

　　The mold precision is not enough?

nonexistent!

　　 As for the principle error caused by mechanical movement, that thing has little effect.

　　 Watching Xia Yan assembled the gun, Chu Guang held it in his hand with excitement and played with it for a while, then loaded the magazine and took it to the shooting range at the west gate to try the gun feel.

　　 first shot a few shots, and then swept it through with a shuttle.

　　 The caliber of 7mm is slightly smaller than the 7.62mm used by ak, but the length of the 50mm cartridge can be filled with more charge, and the penetration is still very sufficient.

　　 It's very good to deal with people and different species!

　　 "This performance is okay," Xia Yan gave Chu Guang a surprised look and said, "I didn't expect you to design weapons?"

　　 "How can I do that."

"That is?"

　　 Chu Guang said in a little thought.

"You can simply understand it as... we have a chatting place, where many people are very idle, and when they are fine, they will raise the bar, quarrel, and then quarrel, there will be some drawings that don’t know where they got it from. Come."

　　 To be honest, he himself does not fish less.

　　 Xia Yan was taken aback.

　　 "Is the threshold for your quarrel so high..."

"On the contrary, there is no threshold. It is also because there is no threshold, so everyone has it," Chu Guang said with joy, taking off the empty magazine, "No matter what, what about this gun? How does the drone x-2 assault rifle compare?"

　　 Xia Yan whitened him and said, “I’m talking about iron-barreled rifles. Do you expect to compare things made in small workshops with guns made in big factories?”

　　 Chu Guang smiled disapprovingly.

　　 "The production experience is summarized in practice, and it will always improve gradually."

　　 Wait for the players to die a few more times~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Doesn't this experience come?

　　 "That's true, as the first generation is indeed pretty good." Picking up a cooled bullet from the ground, Xia Yan rubbed his chin and looked at it for a while, "I'll help you see how to improve it."

　　 There was no sound next to him for a long time.

　　 Xia Yan turned her head, and saw Chu Guang looking at herself in surprise, she couldn't help but froze slightly, and whispered.

"Any questions?"

"No."

　　 Chu Guang shook his head.

　　 is a bit strange but true.

　　 This guy has been getting more and more diligent recently, it's almost like a new person.

　　 was attracted by the gunshots at the west gate, nearby players looked curiously and whispered with interest.

　　 "There is a plot!"

　　 "Scythe! It's a sickle! Hahaha, it's finally out!"

　　 "Gan! I'm talking about the story of the manager and the weapon shop owner! No one pays attention to her eyes? Brother Mole, you know what I mean."

　　 "Fuck off, what does it have to do with me? Do you want to get me banned!"

　　 "Hey, this mole has lost his dream."

　　 "Bake it."

　　 "%￥#@!"