This Game is Too Real

Outside the Zhongzhou Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base, snow-covered pine trees have been spread from the edge of the base wall to the abandoned town under the gentle slope.

　　The building here is no more than three stories tall. The one-story bedrooms with garages and swimming pools occupies most of them. Occasionally, one or two maverick houses can be seen, probably belonging to scientific researchers from nearby research bases.

　　 However, no matter who this place once belonged to, it has now been completely abandoned.

Frozen vines crawled into the house all the way from the front yard, shrubs grew in the dusty garage, the roots of the vegetation pierced the concrete roads and courtyard walls, and the lush trees filled the abandoned corners. The roofs of some wooden houses were drilled out.

　　 I can hear the creaking noise occasionally downstairs. Either the eater knocked down something, or it was a mouse...

　　 The half-collapsed double-layered villa roof.

　　 Ye Shi, who was crawling in the snow, took a deep breath and lightly dialed the **** on the sniper scope with his index finger.

　　 The top of the pine forest on the gentle **** just passed the outermost roof of the research base.

　　 With his right eye attached to the sniper scope, he can barely see the figure near the checkpoint through the gap between the branches of the tree and the snow.

　　 Those predators are just ahead.

　　 is less than five hundred meters away from him.

　　 The patrol of the predators came to the town to search once, but they did not search very carefully, so they did not find the two people hiding on the roof.

　　 "Can you see people?" Fang Chang, who was crawling on the side of the chimney, holding a single-scope, squinted his left eye and said.

　　 "I can see it, but it's a bit difficult."

　　 "At ten o'clock, do you see the machine gun on the third floor window?"

　　 "I can see his sandbags and tripods... his head is blocked by the branches, but it shouldn't be a problem to go through."

　　 "That's OK, he will be yours for a while. Remember, wait for him to fire first, and shoot one inch above the gun flame."

"knowledge."

　　 With his right eye removed from the sniper scope, Ye Shi took a moment to glance at the VM that was thrown on the back **** of the roof.

　　 When the brightness is turned to the lowest, only a little bit of light can be seen in the direction directly facing, so there is no need to worry about the exposed position.

　　 is very easy to use.

　　 calculated the distance through the map, he stretched out his index finger to tap on the screen, and cut to the taskbar.

　　 [Time from the start of the battle: 31min21s. 】

　　 [Task: Reach the sniper point (completed), reward: war score +10]

　　 [Task: Mark high-threat targets on the VM map (in progress). 】

　　 [Task: After the start of the war, cover the attacking squad on the east side (not started). 】

　　 [Conditions of violation: If you open fire and expose the position before getting the order, all battlefield points will be deducted and a 14-day ban will be imposed. 】

　　 [Conditions of violation: 50 battlefield points will be deducted for refusing to execute the order once, 100 points will be deducted for the second warning, and for the third time...]

　　 There are quite a few tasks.

　　 Ye Shi counted silently in his heart, if all the branches can be completed, a total of 270 silver coins and 430 contributions can be obtained.

　　 Good luck, I drop a few more bobbins and machine gunners, maybe I can get 400 silver.

　　 Isn't this more exciting than "Plugin V" and "Summon of the Sixth"?

　　 It would be perfect if the shooting sound effect of hitting the target can be enhanced.

　　 For example, shake the grip when hitting the target.

　　 "...Hold on, old fine."

　　 "When you save enough money, let's change your costume!"

　　 Not far away, a group of players wearing light-colored hunting suits are advancing along the ruins on the edge of the town towards the experimental base.

　　 The mud on the bayonet hides the cold light on the snow, but it can't conceal the murderous intent of the gun flag like a forest.

　　 is the enemy's position ahead!

　　 A pair of eyes hidden in the dark night flashed with excitement, the high fighting will, even the whistling north wind was a bit weaker.

　　 A big battle is about to happen!

　　……

　　 At the same time, at Brown Farm, more than 20 kilometers away, sentries with iron-barreled rifles were patrolling the fence made of garbage.

　　 Different from the sparse shadows of the past, today's farms are a bit more lively.

　　 country style mansion.

　　 There are a dozen people sitting in the spacious living room, and each of them has a heavy expression on their faces, like dark clouds dripping out of water.

　　 An old radio is placed on the round wooden table. The noisy electric noise and the host’s slick accent are incompatible with the atmosphere in the living room, but they are exceptionally suitable for the scene.

　　 "This is the Voice of Boulder City. I am your dearest radio host, Mr. House. Now I bring you the latest situation in the northern suburbs."

"According to unreliable news, a force of predators called the Bone Chewing Tribe is developing and growing in a place we can't see. This is definitely not alarmist. Their strength is not weak, at least better than those who are hidden in the ruins and dare not come out. The villain is much stronger."

　　 "Those predators not only absorbed the remnants of the legion, but also took over part of their equipment, and are now recruiting troops and horses throughout the middle of the river valley... It seems that they are planning to establish a country belonging to the predators."

"If they continue to the south, there is no doubt that none of the hillbillies in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City will survive, and the militia will never waste a bullet for those who have not paid taxes. If you happen to be in the northern suburbs, I don’t want to watch my wife and daughter kidnapped and sent to the ranch. The Voice of Boulder City would recommend the Wind of Far Away Hotel to you!"

"There is the generous Mr. Reston, a super five-star hotel specially opened for the refugees. It is located on the edge of the outer wall of Boulder City. Although it is on the outside, it is also legally the territory of Boulder City. The militia will not Just sit back and watch what's happening there...with just one chip, you can stay in there for a whole day."

　　For the sound in the radio station.

　　The people sitting at the round table only responded silently.

　　 For citizens living legally in Boulder City, 1 bargaining chip may also be an hour’s salary or a bottle of beer mixed with water.

　　 But for them, it takes 1 kg of grain or more valuable garbage to get it.

　　 It seemed that he was fed up with this silent silence, a middle-aged man with a powerful appearance and a hunter hat slowly spoke.

　　 "The power of the bone chewing tribe is growing, we should unite! The Morrowind community can send twenty hunters."

　　 Seeing someone raised his head, the fat man sitting not far away let out a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief, and responded.

　　 "We can have nine..." Seeing everyone on the table looking at him, he quickly added, "I know this may be a bit less, but we only have so many."

"Tsk, listen, there are only nine men in the fat red train station," the brawny man with a burn scar on his face sneered and said in a mocking tone, "If your men are all dead, We can help you."

　　 A trace of irritation flashed across the fat man's face, but it was not a good thing to be amazed by this guy. He just narrowed his eyes dangerously and didn't dare to say anything.

　　 The Red Train Station welcomes businessmen who come to Qingquan City from Honghe Town to do business all the year round. Compared to the pauper sitting here, he does have two more chips in his pocket.

　　 However, in this horrible weather, this little bargaining chip does not give him too much sense of security, and it is not even enough for a militia plane to make a business trip.

　　 Staring at the ugly scarfaced man, the boss of the station thought sinisterly in his heart.

　　 wait!

　　 When this winter is over, I will invite mercenaries to your house as a guest!

　　 The atmosphere in the living room is a bit stiff.

　　 Mr. Brown, who is vomiting, his expression is a little bored.

　　 Although they knew that these neighbors 80% could not count on it, they didn't expect that they were all at this point, and they were still arguing about whose family there were two more people.

　　 really hopeless!

　　 At this moment, sitting in the corner of the round table, a thin-faced man who was silent from beginning to end suddenly spoke.

　　 "It's useless, we can't be opponents of those people at all. Their numbers are like locusts...swept from the center to the south."

　　 Seeing that everyone including Brown was looking at him, the man paused for a moment and continued.

"I have a relative in Shibei Town, which is about 30 kilometers away. He fled to my place a few days ago and said that hundreds of predators had invaded their town, and those who resisted were not beaten into sieves. , That is, was hanged at the door, and the rest was either caught and done a coolie, or pressed on the ground to torture until almost dead."

　　 "He was hiding in the ruins at the time, watching the fire burning in front of his nose, pretending to be a corpse and not daring to move, he finally survived by chance."

　　 The atmosphere in the living room has become more rigid.

　　 As if to ease the atmosphere, a slightly older survivor let out a sigh of relief and murmured a little.

　　 "Doing coolies... at least not being eaten. It seems that these people are still talking about civilization."

　　 "I haven't finished yet... the old man and the child have their heads beheaded," the thin man moved his Adam's apple lightly, and continued with a numb expression, "As long as they can do things and have children."

　　 The flames in the fireplace were burning.

　　 There is a bright fire in the living room, but the air is terribly cool.

"enough!"

　　 Mr. Brown patted the table, and the soot shook from the corner of his mouth and fell beside his boots.

　　 He took off half of the cigarette **** and pressed it in the ashtray, glanced at everyone present with a gloomy expression, and slowly continued speaking.

　　 "This is our homeland. We have lived here for generations to come. Run? Where can we run. We have no way out. There is only one way to go--"

　　 "It's just that you have nowhere to go. After all, you have such a big farm."

　　 The scar-faced man who satirized the station boss earlier, pierced through his beautiful words, and said aggressively.

　　 Mr. Brown's face became stiff, his face turned into pig liver color, and he stared at the man and said.

　　 "What does it mean that I have nowhere to go? I can take my chips to Boulder City. There, my life will be a hundred times more comfortable than now. Do you want me to do this?"

"Go to Boulder City? Like the mayor on Bette Street?" The scarred man squinted his eyes and said with a sneer. Covenant? Why didn’t they help him when they got fattened by the blue coat."

　　 Brown's face is gloomy.

　　 At this time, someone suddenly spoke.

　　 "Why don't we go to those blue coats for help? They even got rid of the Bloodhand clan, and they had a fight with the Legion before. Maybe they can deal with the predators..."

　　 Brown hadn't spoken yet, and someone next to him said mockingly.

"Those blue coats? They are not obligated to help us. When it comes to life and death, they will hide in their mouse hole for the first time, close the door, and hide for decades without fighting before coming out. Two centuries ago Isn’t that what they do? I’ve heard of it.”

　　 The boss of the station said nervously.

　　 "Then Boulder City, please do it..."

　　 The man with the hunter hat shook his head.

　　 "We have no money anymore."

　　 "Then give food!"

　　 Seeing a pair of gazes looking towards him, Brown responded with anger to the unrealistic longing in the eyes of these poor bugs.

　　 "Grain? Where is the grain now? There are only seeds left in the warehouse for next spring. We can't eat grass for a whole year."

　　 "Then what are you going to do in the end? This doesn't work, that doesn't work either, is it just being noisy here?"

　　 "I have no problem with running away, anyway, I can't make it anymore. I can rush to find a place where we can grow crops in the south before the beginning of spring next year."

　　 "Let's vote by show of hands, and those who approve of fleeing will raise—"

　　 At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the door, interrupting the chaotic quarrel in the living room.

　　 Brown restrained his anger and took a deep breath.

"Come in."

　　The name of the person who came was Liu Zhengyue, and he was the head of the security guard.

　　 Shaking the snow in front of the door, Liu Zhengyue walked into the warm room.

　　 "Sir, our neighbor sent you a letter..."

　　 Brown looked at him and asked.

　　 "What's on the letter?"

　　 Liu Zhengyue glanced at the people at the table, then glanced at Mr. Brown, and whispered.

　　 "My lord, do you want to read it here?"

　　Brown's face flashed with impatience, but maybe it was because so many people did not listen properly, so he beckoned patiently and motioned him to pass the letter.

　　 took the letter.

　　 Open the envelope.

　　 took out the letter paper, Brown glanced twice, a hint of surprise appeared on his face, but was quickly replaced by suspicion and solemnity.

　　 The middle-aged man wearing a hunter hat looked at him and asked.

　　 "What's on the letter?"

　　 "Invitation from the neighbor, it's nothing, it has nothing to do with you..." Mr. Brown replied casually, and at the same time carefully folded the letter and stuffed it into his pocket.

　　 The people sitting at the wooden table looked at each other and exchanged distrustful eyes.

　　Of course, they won't believe what the old fox said, but this is his place. If he doesn't intend to say it, they can't force him.

　　 "Okay, it's all gone, we have discussed this point from dinner time, if you plan to continue arguing, please change a place, don't be here with me... it bothers you to look at it."

　　 The owner here has already issued an order to evict the guests. Although the guests in the living room are dissatisfied with his attitude, they are not happy to continue to struggle here, and they all got up and left here with unhappy expressions.

　　 There was heavy snow outside the house.

　　 However, it is not colder than the room.

　　 A group of people walked towards the outside of the farm.

　　 The thin man rubbed his shoulders with his hands, glanced at the others around him, and said in a low voice.

　　 "I still said that, we can't be the opponents of the bone-cuffing tribe... We only have the option of fleeing, and other survivors in the central river valley do the same."

　　 the older survivor asked.

　　 "Where did they go?"

　　 Everyone was stunned, and after exchanging their sights, someone who knew the situation spoke.

　　 "I heard that some refugees... seem to have gone to the Changjiu farms a little bit northerly here?"

　　 "A little bit north? Changjiu Farm?"

　　 "Well, that farm seems to be the site of those blue jackets. They helped the company deal with the Legion, and the people from the company helped them build a city in the wilderness... I heard that."

　　 Looking at the heavy snow in the sky, the man wearing a hunter hat suddenly spoke.

　　 "I plan to go to the park in the blue coat to the north."

　　The station boss looked at him in surprise.

　　 "Now? It's dark..."

　　 Although there are not many alien species that go out for food in winter, when to go to the north now, when do I have to go back?

　　 Although they were all survivors in the northern suburbs, they didn't have much contact with the blue coats, and they couldn't take the liberty of asking each other to take them in for the whole night as soon as they met.

　　 "It's not terrible at night, but the terrible thing is that it won't be bright again."

　　The Adam's apple moved, and the man with the hunter hat continued. "If we don't want to become a refugee, this may be our last hope."

　　……

　　 The mansion in the farm.

　　 Brown, who had sent away the guests, turned around and went to the cloakroom, took out his favorite coat and put it on his body, and carefully adjusted the collar.

　　 But soon, it seemed that he had thought of something, and he shoved the coat back into his senses, took out one that didn't look so new and put it on him.

　　 At this time, his wife came from the side, put her hand on his shoulder, and said in a soft voice.

　　 "It's so late, do you have to leave the hospital?"

　　 Brown replied perfunctorily.

　　 "Our neighbor invited me to watch a movie. I can only go there once, at least to let them know that we have no more oil to squeeze."

Asked Mrs. 　　.

　　 "Can you not go?"

　　 With a finger on the collar of the coat, Brown was silent for a while, which rarely restrained his bad temper.

"I have no idea."

　　 "But I think... it would be better to go there than not."

　　……

　　Zhongzhou Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base.

　　 At the foot of the gentle slope, beside the highway on the north side.

　　 Two predators in fur coats threw the dead branches they picked up into the burning iron bucket and surrounded the flames to keep warm.

　　 Looking at the stars floating on the fire, the predator with a trench stick hanging from his waist couldn't help cursing.

　　 "This horrible weather... It's deadly to watch outside."

The predator next to 　　 heard it, and unconsciously glanced at the checkpoint on the slope.

　　 "Shhh, don't let the captain hear your words."

　　 "What does it matter? He is only allowed to sleep in the bed, and I am not allowed to complain here?"

　　 Thinking of the wife he met at the last survivor gathering point, he unconsciously licked his lips cracked by the wind.

　　 That breast is really big.

　　 He still remembered the little bit of expression that had fallen from pain to despair.

　　 It's a pity that all weird bosses played too much, and that person didn't survive in the end. Before he died, his throat became dumb.

　　 "How do I feel that it is getting colder and colder this day..."

　　 "I will pick two more firewood."

　　 said, the predator tightened the rifle rifle on his back, stepped on the snow that hadn't reached his calf, and walked into the woods aside.

　　 There is no light all around.

　　 But it doesn’t get in the way.

　　 There were a lot of dead branches lying on the snow. He leaned down and touched the ground casually.

　　 A cold touch came from the palm of his hand, which made him startled slightly.

Huh?

How is 　　 hard?

　　 Two guns stretched out in the dark, pointed straight at his forehead.

　　 And what he is holding in his hand at this moment is not firewood at all, but a bayonet smeared with mud and leaking cold light.

　　 and the person lying in the snowdrift facing each other, his face gradually became as white as snow.

　　 The stared player is also dumbfounded.

　　 Originally, he was lying in the snowdrift well. Who would have thought that this idiot would not pick up so many branches next to it~www.wuxiamtl.com~ but grabbed his muzzle.

　　‘Fuck, how is this all right? ’

　　 The edge paddled the water and used his eyes to communicate with his teammates next to him.

　　 Debt and big eyes are also dumbfounded.

　　‘How about...you wait for him to fire the first shot? ’

　　 At this time, a shout came from the fire beside the highway.

　　 "Xiu, what are you rubbing with there?"

"me……"

　　 The predator who was under control had trembling lips and could not speak.

　　 As soon as he heard the trembling sound, the predators behind immediately realized that something was wrong, and immediately raised the rifle in his hand, squatted down and pulled the bolt, screaming towards the forest.

　　 "Who is there!"

　　 Seeing this scene through the drone, Chu Guang knew that the people in the forest would definitely not be able to hide.

　　 But it doesn’t matter.

　　 was found to be a feint group. Although it was a few minutes earlier, it did not affect it.

　　 It's time to test micromanagement!

　　 Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and flicked in the air. The pre-compilation task suspended in the tactical eyepiece window was immediately issued.

　　【Countdown to the battle: 0s】

　　 [Task: Free fire! (Publication object: All teams in Group A)]

　　【Task: Shell the target area! (Released to: Support Team)]

　　 "Hit me hard!"

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　　 (Before 11 o'clock in the next chapter!)