This Game is Too Real

A bonfire of wood burns.

Mars floats to the sky with the heat wave.

The herdsmen beat skin drums and bone flutes in front of the fire, and the young dancers covered their faces with light gauze, offering a dance for the New Year on the snow.

The guards, workers, and players who like to join in the fun living near the outpost also joined in with food and spirits bought from the market.

Although there is only one glass of free red wine, there is a lot of distilled wine in the warehouse.

A long time ago, players used polygonum sylvestris to make koji and croissant potatoes as ingredients to brew distilled liquor.

Compared with the red wine that takes time to taste, this kind of hot and **** spirit is more popular with wastelanders.

It's just that this red and white drink together, really few people can stand it.

For a time, the bazaar at the north gate was staggered.

Boss Xia still wanted to drink, but he was already lying on the table and fell asleep.

Worrying that she was catching a cold, Xiaoyu, who was very good at taking care of others, went to the bank to fetch a blanket, and put it on her shoulders on tiptoes.

A brazier was placed under the table.

Xiaoyu patted her on the back and said in a coaxing tone.

"Don't drink so much next time, okay?"

However, Boss Xia, who was already asleep, obviously didn't listen to it, and didn't know what kind of dreams he had. The corners of his lips were slightly tilted, and his mouth kept sipping.

"Hey... I want more."

Not far away, a certain taster was looking for the toilet anxiously.

Farther away, the drake wailed like a fire.

"Water! Burp me water!"

Makabazi lay on the ground and called, until the construction boy and the bricks stuffed a pile of snow in his mouth, that the guy stopped physically.

The big debt-eyed expression was like a mask of pain, and he said alone.

"Damn it, because of something, I feel roaring in my stomach!"

The edge water skiing looked at his already swollen belly, and couldn't help but vomit.

"How much did you eat?"

"Not much, just 100 million points," said in a vague voice with a full hiccup in the debt and big eyes. "Why do you have to eat it in the game, and you have to eat it again when you return to reality?"

Edge paddling: "..."

Construction site boy and brick: "..."

Is this a question that the Intelligence Department can ask? ?

The drunk Fang Chang sat crookedly on the wooden chair and started his improvisation.

Listening to the nomads' iron-like percussion and yoyo bone flute, his index finger beats the table on the table, and his mouth is humming a newly composed ballad.

"Hmm..."

"The gears of heaven fell into the furnace."

"Boiling molten steel splashed out of the pot."

"The immortal natural disaster never stops."

"We will recast the kingdom of mortals."

"..."

The hoarse voice that was toasted was like a saw blade pulling a violin, but amidst the rough accompaniment, there was unexpectedly an accented rhythm.

It's like half a bottle of spirits in the throat.

It's like a forge with the sound of striking iron.

When Fang Chang sang halfway, he forgot the words, and the player who was booing next to him continued to make up, just one sentence after another, and he came up with a song in a daze.

It's just that the further the back, the more outrageous the style of painting, from the sacred Terra all the way to Ionia, the slogan "for the rejuvenation of the People's Federation" has also become "people live for XX".

Although they didn't understand what the residents of the refuge were singing, the aboriginal people around also babbled and sang along.

The singing dispelled the cold.

It also blows away the estrangement between people.

Even with a completely different culture.

People's yearning for a better life and pursuit of beautiful things are the same.

The heat waves and the flames are reflected on their faces, and the guys sitting together do not distinguish between you and me at this moment.

Zhao Shu, who was drunk, patted Yu Hu's shoulder, his face illuminated by the fire was red like a monkey buttocks.

"My dear brother, am I right? The life here is amazing!"

Yu Hu drank a little too much, and hiccuped drunkly.

"you're right……"

"Next year, I will definitely move in next year!"

On the snow in front of the bonfire, a dance ended.

The shy girl of the Frostspear clan bowed slightly.

But people didn't plan to let her go.

"One more!"

"Put on the person you like!"

"Whoa whoa!"

Under the courage and instigation of people, the young girl from the Frostspear tribe plucked up courage, but instead of choosing her dream lover in front of the bonfire, she walked to the dark blue power armor.

"Can I ask you to do a dance?"

There was a trace of anxiety in those eyes, like a hapless child who lost in a truth or dare.

Chu Guang glanced at her slightly in surprise, and then joked gently.

"You can't dance in my outfit. Find someone who can keep up with you."

The young girl blushed and turned and ran away like a frightened animal.

Heya, who was standing by and watching with her arms folded, gave Chu Guang a curious look.

"Why not dance one?"

A little dissatisfied with this guy's eyes looking at the animal world, Chu Guang rolled his eyes at her.

"Do you know how much electricity it takes to dance in a ton of multiple power armor?"

It’s not impossible if you don’t turn on the power. It’s probably similar to weight training, but even if 70% or 80% of the weight can be transferred to the support structure of the power armor, it also requires a lot of power to drive such a heavy armor without the help of a motor. .

And it's easy to hurt others.

It was not without reason that Chu Guang chose to stand there as a background board.

"But in this way, you won't be able to enjoy the celebration." Heya reminded.

"You don't understand, this is how I enjoy the celebration."

For a manager, what could make him feel more happy than watching the settlements singing and dancing, and the residents living and working in peace and contentment?

This is the most advanced enjoyment.

Heya was lost in thought.

The expression seemed to recall the past of Vault 117.

At this moment, Yin Fang's ridicule suddenly floated behind him.

"You broke the girl's heart."

Chu Guang ignored his ridicule, but gave him a strange look.

"Why are you back again?"

"I just go back and get something."

Yin Fang took out a small robot with four short legs, square head and square brain swaying from behind.

"The academy does not celebrate the New Year, it only celebrates great discoveries, but you seem to have a custom to celebrate the New Year... It just so happened that I have done it too, so let's treat it as a New Year gift for you."

Chu Guang's face was full of surprise, and he reached out and took the little robot over.

Unlike the original one, there is an extra camera on the square head.

Now it's not just laser mapping of nearby terrain, users who wear nerve-connected devices can also use its camera to share its field of vision.

Although it is only a small change, the practicality has been more than doubled.

Now this little robot is much more powerful than the original one!

Looking at Chu Guang, who was interested in playing with the small robot in his hand, Yin Fang continued.

"Reptile, that's how I call it, or you have a better name. Compared with the original little robot, it has more eyes, and the others have not changed much."

"Thank you." Chu Guang expressed his gratitude sincerely.

Yin Fang coughed softly and said.

"Don't thank me, the materials are all obtained from you, I just handled it for you."

Having said that, he remembered another important thing, so he went on to say it.

"By the way, its power source is a metal-hydrogen battery... The reserve in your refuge does not seem to be much, only forty or fifty. You can get more if you have the opportunity, that's a good thing."

Chu Guang made a helpless expression.

"I don't need you to tell me this too."

The metal-hydrogen battery produced by the company contains a number of Class A technologies, which are very popular everywhere.

At present, what Boulder City can independently produce is only solid-state hydrogen batteries. If you want to buy metal-hydrogen batteries, you can only hope that the caravan from the east coast can bring some.

Chu Guang bought dozens of them from the Trailblazer before, planning to use them as exoskeletons.

But at the moment, what his players need most is not the exoskeleton, but the cheap and easy-to-use equipment, and the industrial equipment that can produce these equipment. This matter is shelved.

Looking at the robot in his hand, Chu Guang suddenly thought of a very serious matter.

"If this thing explodes..."

Yin Fang answered in a relaxed tone.

"It's roughly equivalent to 6 kilograms of Tn T. The power should be able to cover...er, a football field?"

Chu Guang: "???"

Damn it? !

Without a word, he stuffed the robot into Yin Fang's hands, and Chu Guang calmly moved aside for a while.

"You hold it for me first."

Looking at the robot whose hand was returned, Yin Fang was taken aback for a moment, with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"Don't get excited... this thing is not that easy to explode. Moreover, 6 kilograms of TN and T are theoretically equivalent, without detonating agent and combustion accelerator, how can it be achieved that power... This is not a bomb."

There are at least two B-level technologies between the metal-hydrogen battery and the metal-hydrogen shell. The oxygen in the air is simply not enough to completely react the metal hydrogen.

And you are afraid of a hammer in power armor!

But Chu Guang didn't listen to him explaining so much, he just wanted to stay away from this guy.

Um.

One more rule will be added in the future.

Robots and exoskeletons with metal hydrogen power sources are prohibited from staying in the shelter for a long time.

...

Abandoned department store.

There are more than one thousand beds crowded in the empty hall.

The New Year's song can't float here, and no one sings, only the fire crackling, coaxing the child to sleep with the mother.

This is a temporary shelter for the refugees. They can only stay here temporarily until the end of the winter.

Thanks to the wood sent by the blue coats, the survivors who temporarily lived here used those wood to repair the broken walls, French doors and windows, and finally made it airtight.

Some of the remaining wood was chopped into firewood, or burned into charcoal, and thrown into a red brick furnace along with things that started the fire.

The blazing flame brought a trace of winter hard-won light and warmth to the empty hall.

Although the environment here is a bit crude, at least it is free from wind, snow and hunger.

The refugees from the central and northern parts of the River Valley, the survivors of the Winter Willow Camp and the battery factory, are very grateful to the blue coats.

The fleeing insurgents on the front lines, the predators of the bone-crushing tribe, and the chaos of evil everywhere destroyed their homes and burned down their farms and houses.

If it weren't for the blue coats, they might have either been frozen to death on the road or in the pan of predators.

Of course, they can only represent themselves.

Not everyone is grateful for the status quo.

Of the five survivor settlements in the first batch of relocation plans, only two were actually attacked by predators, and the residents of the other three survivors’ settlements did not even see the predators. Once there, I moved here only out of fear.

More than a month has passed since the first blizzard. Even if no one died in the cold, some people suffered frostbite from working in the cold.

The terrible weather is still invisible, the supply of materials is getting tighter and tighter, and rumors that there is not much food are often heard.

Over time, it is inevitable that some people will murmur in their hearts.

Is it really necessary to relocate?

The settlements of survivors who did not relocate seem to have gone well.

"I'm always worried that this house will collapse."

Looking at the debris falling from the ceiling, the man wrapped in torn bedding couldn't help but say.

In fact, he didn't really think that this building would collapse, he just wanted to find something unlucky to vent his dissatisfaction with the bad life.

However, these words affected the people around him.

Looking at the tattered ceiling, many people showed worried expressions on their faces, exchanging scared eyes and whispering.

"When shall we stay here until..."

"Those blue coats say it's spring."

"Why not let us live in Changjiu Farm? This is different from what we said at the beginning."

"They say the room is not enough..."

"Heh, it's not that we can't build our own house, I think they just want to keep the trouble away."

Most of them are residents of Scavenger’s Home and Hope Mountain Cooperative.

Compared with Dongliu Camp, Battery Factory, and Highway Town, these two survivors’ settlements are located a bit farther south, and one is hidden on the edge of the city, and the other is hidden in the mountains and forests.

Now some people feel that those predators may not be able to find their homes so easily.

After all, their eyes do not grow in the sky, and not all survivor settlements will be looted...

Ma Zhanqiu, the village head of Dongliu Camp, saw that his dissatisfaction was spreading. In order to avoid affecting his own people, he immediately came out to appease everyone and said.

"Don't say such things. It hasn't collapsed for more than two hundred years. How could it have collapsed at this time!"

At this time, a discordant voice suddenly came from the side.

"That's not good."

"This year's snow is so big, what if a building blows down?"

The person who spoke was Ding Tian from the Scavenger House, and one of the more influential scavengers there. Ma Zhanqiu recognized this person.

Seeing him frowned, Ma Zhanqiu said in a deep voice.

"What do you want to say?"

The man in the fur coat curled his lips.

"What do I want to say? I also want to ask, what are we for? To fight the predators from the north?"

"Or to be laborers for those blue jackets?"

Ma Zhanqiu was taken aback.

The old man hadn't recovered yet, and someone next to him answered the conversation.

"Maybe the Bone Chewing Tribe will never come."

"That's right, aren't there still eight survivors who haven't moved? I think they stayed in their homes pretty well..."

Although everyone has the food here, it is not free to stay here.

They need to go to the factory to work, and then receive a few coins that they don't know what's useful for, and they can't buy what they need.

Even if the blue coats promised that the money would be useful in the spring of the coming year, in their opinion, it is no different from painting a pie.

Since those blue jackets really plan to pay them, why don't they use a bargaining chip?

It’s really not good. East Coast toilet paper will work too, at least someone might ask for it.

The emotion of complaining is permeating.

This is not a day or two.

Out of fear of the Bone Chewing Tribe, they accepted the placement of the Blue Coats and moved here to obey the arrangement.

But it's been a month.

Many people did not see the predators.

Except for the intensifying Blizzard, I don't know when it was a hard time and nothing happened.

Some people even speculated badly whether from the beginning, the so-called Bone Chewing Tribe’s invasion of Qingquan City was a lie.

The sleeping child was awakened and cried, and the mother coaxed in a panic, afraid to say anything to the noisy people.

Looking at the more and more excited people, some survivors who had seen them with their own eyes and even had wounds on their bodies wanted to refute, but did not dare to speak.

At this moment, someone stood up.

"My big brother is dead."

Maybe I heard the word death.

There was a loud noise.

In response to the sights that came over, Ma Li was silent for a while, then slowly continued.

"The predator slit his stomach with a bayonet because he refused to surrender."

Ma Zhanqiu sighed softly and closed his eyes in pain.

That is his child.

It was also the thing he didn't want to recall.

Ma Li paused, and went on.

"I didn't know until later, and I didn't even see his body until the end."

"I really haven't seen the predators of the Bonechewer Tribe with my own eyes. I have only heard a few rumors about their cruelty."

"But if you want to say this is a lie, then tell me, where is my eldest brother? Where are the people who didn't get here?"

"It's not only naive to expect them not to come again, but it's also ridiculous. It doesn't even talk about self-deception."

"Those inhabitants of the refuge, they could have stayed out of the situation, as long as they closed the door, not to mention the bone-cuffing tribesmen, even if the army drove the tank over their heads, they would be able to sit back and relax until those people died of old age."

No one can open the refuge from the outside before the refuge is opened voluntarily.

In the wasteland, this is generally accepted common sense.

Seeing that the number of people supporting him was reduced by half in an instant, Ding Tian bit his scalp and just wanted to say something. At this time, a mother holding her child also stood up.

"I've seen it too."

She was sitting next to the group of people in the battery factory.

Her voice trembled, like an angry lioness, her eyes fixed on the man.

"We had already retreated to the warehouse at that time, and the predators who surrounded us rushed up one by one. In order to protect us... they died in front of us."

The hall was silent.

Even the most noisy person, being watched by a pair of eyes, couldn't help but silence.

People recalled the fear that day.

I also recalled those heroes.

Ding Tian's Adam's apple moved, a flash of anger and anger flashed across his face.

He knew that he was at a loss.

But this does not mean that he likes to be educated.

Especially people who look much weaker than him.

Looking at the two groups of people in the stalemate, Ye Xiao, who was holding his arms, shook his head, and was about to walk forward to say something, but was stopped by Hook who was standing next to him.

"What are you going to do?" the lame old man stared at him and said.

Ye Xiao said straightforwardly.

"Someone has to persuade them. I am worried that they will become physical conflicts in a moment."

This is wasteland.

No amount of words will work as good as a fist.

Ye Nan, who was standing by, heard his son's words and shook his head gently.

"This is not something we should manage."

"But……"

"Go and notify the guards and let them take care of it."

At this moment, the main entrance of the lobby on the first floor of the department store suddenly opened.

The whirring north wind swept in a few snowy leaves.

Two guards wearing black coats and carrying rifles walked in carrying an iron frame. There is some carbon in the iron rack.

Behind them, several residents of the shelter followed.

They could recognize the energetic temperament even if they didn't wear a blue jacket.

"Happy New Year!"

"New Year gift! Let everyone wait a long time!"

The cat's ears shook happily, and the hat was lifted off. With a squishy noise, he bent down recklessly to pick it up.

Standing by the tail at the door, he turned his head and glanced at Sisi next to him.

"The tail thought it was some kind of task, it turned out to be running errands."

It’s a hidden mission!

She even brought the equipment!

"Emmm... Compared to being forced to take off the assembly line because of a bad stomach, Sisi thinks it would be better for Ao to blow the cold wind."

Everyone in the hall was taken aback.

Including the two groups of people in the confrontation, they were also stunned there.

They didn't understand what the blue jackets were talking about.

But fortunately at this moment, the guard who put down the barbecue rack to rescue the scene in time, stepped forward and said in joint words.

"Today is the last day of 211!"

"The manager asked me to send you New Year's gifts. Thank you for your cooperation. We have survived the most difficult days."

The people in the shelter were whispering.

"new Year's gift?"

"what is that?"

They understood this time, but their faces were still at a loss.

The young guard didn't explain, and politely signaled that the "player" wearing a chef hat next to him could start.

On the charcoal fire, the scrambled eggs with tomatoes were brushed with a layer of oil on the iron frame, and then the palm-sized crab cakes were placed on the iron frame.

"Everyone line up, one by one."

"Things are enough."

"Everyone has a share!"

The guards maintained order at the scene and guided everyone in a long line.

The oily sound, the smell of meat permeated the hall, the soft and fragrant crab cakes, there is a kind of indescribable happiness.

There is still meat to eat!

All rumors about food shortages are self-defeating.

And almost everyone's eyes are imprinted with desire.

Looking at the meatloaf in his hand, Ding Tian's eyes couldn't help but a touch of shame, and the people who had followed him before were silent and bowed their heads to eat the bread.

Standing at the door and looking hungry, his tail couldn't help swallowing, his eyes fixed on the barbecue rack.

"Is there a copy of the tail too?"

Sisi tugged at her clothes.

"It's time to go, everyone at Changjiu Farm is still waiting. If you want to eat, I'll get you a takeaway when it's offline later."

"The tail is beefy!"

Alas!

This person is wrong, this tail!

Sisi looked at her in surprise.

"I'll just be polite."

Tail: "Chicken flavor is fine too!"

Sisi: "..."

Outside.

On the trunk of the truck.

A big mouse in a coat was rubbing his hands in the cold wind.

Next to him are supplies that will be sent to Changjiu Farm.

Fearing that his appearance would scare the residents of the shelter, he was left to look at the supplies on the truck to prevent alien species from coming over and stealing food.

Before they left, they told him repeatedly not to eat the quest props.

These people really are!

I am not a real mouse!

Where is the trust between people!

but……

It smells so good.

Is it gnocchi?

Feeling the impulse of biological instinct~www.wuxiamtl.com~ It was difficult for a strong man to decide not to look there or think about it, and instead looked to the side street.

The street is very quiet.

The white snow under the moonlight was peaceful.

Here you can't even see the shadow of the alien species. If it weren't for the damaged buildings and walls, it wouldn't make people think of it as wasteland.

Isn't it the right time to enter the server?

I heard that the previous versions are fighting every day, and the front is down and the next is followed. The life professional players who fight have copied the guys, and the resurrection coins are almost finished.

It would be nice to come in early.

Looking at the quiet street, the big mouse sighed softly and vomited.

"It's too peaceful."-

(About eleven o'clock in the next chapter!)