This Game is Too Real

"It's too peaceful here."

North of Changjiu Farm.

In the dark and silent abandoned town.

White mist came out of his mouth, and the man carrying the rifle forgot to look out the window, and the narrowed eyes flashed with dangerous light.

There was a lantern next to his boots, and a black hyena crawled on his feet, purring from his throat.

The man's name is Gray Wolf.

Although his name has a wolf character, it has nothing to do with the "Wolf" clan, one of the three major clans of the Bone Chewing Tribe, but a centurion under the command of Lion Tooth.

Unlike other centurions of his own tribe, he was just a wandering mercenary before joining the Bone Chew Tribe, who sold his life for the people of the Legion and beat his old club for the people of the Great Rift Valley. Anyway, who gave him the money. Just follow who.

Later, the Bone-Chewing Tribe recruited soldiers from all over the place, and all the predators took refuge, so he took the opportunity to join in with some of his brothers.

Facts have proved that this is an extremely correct decision.

The life of a predator is much better than being a mercenary.

The law of the jungle is followed here, the strong is respected, fists and bullets are the law. As long as they are strong enough, they can be respected, and as long as they are ruthless, they can become the leader of a group of people.

Following the banner of Lion's Tooth, he fought all the way from the middle of the valley province to the southernmost part. There are more than a hundred heads in the tent, big and small, and the title has risen from ten captains to centurion captains.

However, after all he is a foreigner, the centurion is basically the limit he can reach by his own ability.

Even if the predators have a weak awareness of bloodliness, and their organization and discipline rely on violence and predation to maintain them, anyone who wants to fully enter the core of their power is not acceptable.

He must prove his bravery.

Use a hearty victory to prove his value.

And now, this opportunity finally made him wait.

About a month ago, the Black Snake Tribe stationed in the east refused to join them. It seemed that they planned to exclusively enjoy the prey in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City.

Lord Shiya was very angry, but no matter how heavy the snow closed the road and the blizzard was blowing, even if there were 10,000 reluctances in his heart, he couldn't drive the troops into the snowdrift.

But recently there has been a turnaround.

Blizzard, which lasted for a month, finally slowed down.

The Gray Wolf seized the opportunity and immediately took the initiative to invite Ying, expressing his willingness to be the vanguard, leading his troops to attack the long-term farm in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, and clearing the obstacles for the large troops to go.

After consulting the staff, Shiya immediately agreed to his request.

Yuanxi Town is too far from the northern suburbs of Qingquan City.

If they can win the Changjiu Farm, their large forces will be able to grasp the tail of winter and advance at least 20 kilometers south, completely throwing away the black snake tribe in the southern suburbs of Tianshui City.

He highly appreciated his bravery, and in order to make this battle more head-on, Lion Tooth gave him more than fifty foreign predators and weapons and equipment, so he must nail this root in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City. The nail is pulled out.

After incorporating the more than fifty foreign predators under his command, the Gray Wolf immediately gathered more than one hundred and fifty tribes, brought supplies, weapons and ammunition for ten days, and set off toward the northern suburbs of Qingquan City.

Marching in a blizzard is a rather risky decision, but at the same time the ultra-low visibility is also a cover.

The gray wolf is not a brave person.

Although they don't know the strength of their opponents, they can block the offensive of their friendly forces and force the Black Snake's troops to stop in the southern suburbs of Tianshui City. These people are obviously not as easy to deal with as they imagined.

Taking advantage of the last blizzard in December, he and his tribe arrived at an abandoned town ten kilometers north of Changjiu Farm and lurked there.

He did not launch an attack immediately, but first sent scouts to observe, and let other people rest in the house and recharge until the evening.

The snow outside the window stopped for a while.

Looking at the figure approaching not far away, the gray wolf gently kicked the sleeping hyena next to it.

"stand up."

"Going to work."

The purring hyena raised his head, and saw his master holding the lantern, got up from the chair and walked to the door, so he followed with his paws on tiptoe.

Half of the wall collapsed in the living room on the first floor. The man wrapped in white cloth shook the snow on his body at the door, walked up to the gray wolf, and bowed his head respectfully.

"Boss."

The gray wolf sat down on the sofa, looked at him and said.

"Tell me what you saw."

The scout said respectfully.

"The east gate is in ruins. The refugee camp that was supposed to be there was completely destroyed by the snowstorm, and the ground was full of rubbish. It seems that the survivors are not having a good life. The snowstorm has hit them hard."

The Gray Wolf continued to ask.

"Where did the people go?"

The scout shook his head.

"I don't know, but it's definitely not in the wall. I observed the whole day. They cooked two meals in total, and the smoke that floated was at most 70 or 80 people."

The wall of the survivor's stronghold called "Changjiu Farm" is not low, and there are no obvious commanding heights around it. There are at most a few gentle slopes. It is difficult to see the situation inside from the outside.

The gray wolf raised his eyebrows lightly.

Seventy or eighty people?

"you sure?"

The scout nodded affirmatively.

"I'm sure!"

The gray wolf frowned gradually.

Survivor stronghold of only seventy or eighty people.

To be honest, this number is not quite right.

He didn't believe that those survivors could not see the strategic value of this fortress in the wilderness, which seemed to have become the gateway to the northern suburbs of Qingquan City.

As long as we win there, it is equivalent to knocking on the doors of all the survivors in the entire northern suburbs.

Or……

Those idiots naively think that with the cover of heavy snow, they can sit back and relax?

However, the opponent's innocence is a good thing for him.

A smile appeared at the corner of the gray wolf's mouth, and the expression was very similar to the hyena lying on his feet.

"Go back and keep staring."

"We'll be there in a while."

The scout refreshed and said excitedly.

"Yes!"

...

Late at night.

Little snow floated in the sky.

The fence of Changjiu Farm.

Wearing a black coat, Lu Bei looked north, tightened the strap of his rifle, and slightly moved the soles of his feet, letting the frozen blood circulate.

Today is the last day of the 211th year of the Wasteland Era.

The outpost ten kilometers away seemed to be celebrating the arrival of the New Year, but this had little to do with them who were on duty.

The threat from the north is approaching.

And here is the front line.

They standing here can't relax for a moment.

Carrying the light and walking to the fence, the slightly older guard patted Lu Bei on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"Young man, is it okay? If it doesn't work, just switch to me and stand for a while. It's just time to change shifts."

Lu Bei glanced at VM and stubbornly shook his head.

"Ten minutes left."

"Roar, it seems that I came a little earlier," the old man smiled and put the lamp on the wall, "I will stand with you for a while."

The older guard is named Jixiang, and he is the oldest in the entire guard. It is said that he will reach his forties next year.

People always call him an old man in a friendly way. Although he himself always argues that he is not old at forty years old, his arthritis has become more and more serious recently, and he has gradually begun to feel that the years are not forgiving.

Lu Bei had heard his story. This city man who used to be a Boulder City later became a mercenary, and then somehow became a prisoner of the Bloodhand clan and was taken into the dungeon.

There was a scar on his chest, which he said was left by a dead claw, but no one believed it and thought he was bragging.

After all, if you can escape from Death Claw's mouth, how could it be taken by the looters of the bloodhand clan?

Every time he talked about this, the old man would argue with excitement, describing how dangerous and dangerous the situation was. He was caught just to cover the retreat of his teammates.

And at this time, someone will take down the platform and ask—

‘Where are your teammates? The ashes of the **** hands are cold, so someone should come to pick you up. ’

When talking about this, the old man was silent, he just muttered that it was fine here, he didn't plan to go back with them when his teammates came, it would be better if he didn't come.

This can be considered a fun talk in the guards.

Although everyone didn't believe that he had seen a dead claw (not including the one kept by the manager), Lu Bei believed it.

After all, the scar is really not cut like a knife.

At this moment, there was an excited shout from the direction of the stairs, and only a young guy ran up.

"A car is coming from the south."

"The manager is here to give us food!"

His name is Xu Shun, he is one year older than Lu Bei, and he is also a young man who has just grown up, and he is considered an iron buddy.

"What is it for?" Lu Bei asked excitedly.

It's not because he is a foodie, but the food made by the blue jackets is so delicious. The dazzling array of skewers flashed in his mind for the first time, as well as a lot of steamed buns, buns, ramen and so on. .

Xu Shun rushed forward: "Gnocchi! And meat! I tasted it, it was a bit spicy, but the whole body was warm after drinking."

Unbelievable saliva reached his mouth, and Lu Bei swallowed.

Looking at this gluttonous young man, Jixiang smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Go, it's time to change shift now."

"Yeah!" Lu Bei nodded excitedly, "I'll bring you some up in a while!"

The old man waved his hand.

"Don't panic, I'll go down to drink after standing guard."

The two lads got off the wall, Jixiang smiled and sighed. It’s nice to be young, and looked at the vast white snow outside the wall.

The snow this year is really big.

The coming year should be a good year.

He plans to save some money to buy a piece of land, try to grow something, and marry a wife again, and when he is discharged from the army, he will settle down here, which is considered stable.

As for Boulder City, he didn't plan to go back again.

Life here is no worse than there, and only when he is here can he feel the dignity he has never had before.

Managers said they would never have to kneel to anyone in the future.

No one can take away their freedom from their hands anymore.

The whistling north wind was chilly, the snow caught in the wind stopped for a while, and the clear moonlight appeared behind the scattered clouds. The small animals that sneaked out for food quickly hid back into the cave.

Jixiang spit out a mouthful of white mist, and suddenly felt a little cold, so he reached out to the oil lamp on the wall stack, trying to put his hand on it to keep warm.

Unexpectedly, he shook his hand and knocked the oil lamp off.

The lamp fell into the snowdrift, but it was not broken, but the fire went out.

Jixiang gave a cursing grin. What a shame, he planned to wait a while before changing the guard before going down to pick it up.

But at this moment, the expression on his face suddenly stopped, and he immediately grabbed the telescope and glanced towards the north.

On the snow covered with moonlight, silhouettes were taking advantage of the darkness, accelerating in their direction.

A pair of fierce eyes shot at him like a sharp arrow.

The murderous aura that rushed to the face--

It's exactly the same as the blood-handed person!

Jixiang's face changed wildly, without saying anything, he immediately grabbed the short whistle hanging around his neck, stuffed it into his mouth and blew it with all his strength, and fired a shot outside.

"Enemy attack!"

...

"Humph..."

"The hammer of order plays the drum of war."

"The belief in steel broke ground."

"The white bear rider rushed out."

"Capture evil and barbarism."

"..."

The truck's engine rumbled.

Sitting on the co-pilot's tail, with his arms on the window, blowing the cool breeze outside the window, humming I don't know where to hear the song.

Sisi, who was supporting the direction, glanced at him.

"If you don't understand, just ask, is this a nursery rhyme?"

The tail was dissatisfied.

"What a nursery rhyme! This is called BGM!"

I really envy this guy's vigorous energy, he is not sleepy at all.

Is it about to awaken?

Sisi sighed.

"Yeah, yes."

In the compartment of the truck.

Two pairs of eyes, one large and one small, stared at each other.

In the end, the Ratman couldn't hold on anymore, and said with a dry cough.

"You look at me a little flustered."

The Aoao Sesame Paste, who was hugging his knees, was stunned. The warm hat fell to the ground again, and he quickly reached out and picked it up.

"Huh? No, I'm just curious...what kind of experience is it like to be a mouse?"

This is the first few people to ask themselves this question?

The strongman looked helpless, sighed and said.

"What do you mean? It's a bit of a hassle to greet a friend, you have to raise your head high, but it is very convenient to shuttle through the ruins, and you will not get beaten by the group if you accidentally get into the mouse den. Just get out."

"It's not as uncoordinated as other alien species, there is no obstacle to using tools, and there is no Debuff that has slow growth in experience. Generally speaking, it is a sequence with unlimited potential."

Aoao Sesame Paste nodded as if he didn't understand.

This is a discussion from the perspective of strength...

"I thought it would be sad to choose a different species."

The big mouse who rolled his belly gave her a strange look.

"What's so sad about this?"

"Because... not good-looking?"

"..."

MMP!

The ones that weren't sad at first, but now the ones that are uncomfortable!

Brother Nan couldn't help cursing in his heart.

They are all fluffy things. Where is the mouse worse than the cat?

Human stuff!

Die! Die!

...

The car has arrived.

The two guards in the carriage jumped down first and greeted everyone in the camp to pick up the takeaway.

The guards are more knowledgeable than the refugees. They have seen lizards and bears. They are not surprised by the big rats standing up to a meter tall, so they don't take it too seriously.

The strongman stretched his waist and was about to slip off the car and turn around. As a result, there was a harsh whistle in front of him at this moment.

Then the gunfire and explosion sounded, shocking the sesame paste who was about to jump out of the carriage, and the hat that had just been put on fell off again.

"Fa, what happened?!"

"I don't know..."

The big mouse swallowed.

There were loud gunshots in the north, like firecrackers, with the flames of explosions from time to time.

There was chaos in the camp, and the two guards who had gone down didn't know where they were. They probably ran to the north gate for reinforcements.

Standing next to the truck, Sisi looked up at the north wind and frowned.

"Gunshots, at least fifty...no, maybe one hundred?"

Maybe more?

She couldn't tell the gunfire of the guard from the gunfire of the attacker.

The big mouse said nervously.

"Your error is too big!?"

"After all, the gunshots in this game are not as regular as eating chicken...Tail, how do you say?"

While speaking, Sisi looked aside.

But seeing that the tail had taken off the sickle assault rifle, his eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Sin! Go!"

The look in that look is really understandable at a glance.

Sisi was taken aback for a moment, then smiled on his face and gave a thumbs up enthusiastically.

"Oh!"

"It seems that Awei has a chance to show his fists!"

This time the score can no longer be the bottom!

Seeing the two running towards the north, the remaining cats and mice were dumbfounded.

"Now, what should I do now?"

Sesame Paste looked at the mouse next to him at a loss, but Brother Nan was also bewildered at the moment and didn't know what to do.

He has been on the battlefield once.

But it was mixing behind the mosquitoes, and there was a sound throughout the whole process.

"Anyway, I'll go there and help first."

Gan!

Isn't it a task of running errands?

In the mission briefing, there was no mention of fighting!

Otherwise, he wouldn't even take the guy with him.

Throwing down that sentence, the strong man bit his head, chasing the tail and Sisi's footsteps followed, and only Aoao Sesame Paste was left next to the truck.

"Huh! Wait, don't leave yet..."

However, it was too late.

When she yelled, the big mouse was gone.

Sesame looked confused, looking around anxiously, not knowing what to do.

At this moment, her eyes lit up suddenly, and her gaze fell on the farmhouse, the house closest to the south gate.

There is the archive point!

She still remembers that she often did courier tasks. There were a hundred dormant pods. Players who didn't bother to return to the outpost would go offline here!

"Anyway... think of a way to notify others first."

Do it when you think of it.

Sesame paste immediately ran over, rushed into the door, found an open dormant cabin, and lay in.

With the door closed, the connection is broken.

She immediately took off her helmet, opened the laptop, and boarded the official website forum, quickly edited a post and posted it.

"The big thing is not good! The long-term farm is fighting."

A few seconds after the post was posted, it immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Fighting??"

"Fuck, what's the situation?"

"Aren't you holding a celebration?"

"Gan! The dog planner took advantage of me not to go online again!"

At almost the same time the post was issued, a line of announcements suddenly popped up on the official website.

[Full server announcement: Predators from the north attacked Changjiu Farm~www.wuxiamtl.com~ to trigger an emergency mission. 】

[Dawn: A group of robbers who are rumored and drinking blood launched a shameful sneak attack while we celebrated the New Year! We will let them know that this is a stupid idea! 】

[Failure condition: the resurrection point is destroyed. (All players whose characters are located in Changjiu Farm will enter the resurrection CD state)]

[Victory conditions: repel the invaders! 】

As soon as the announcement came out, the forum was instantly fried.

"Fuck?!"

"Sneak attack?!"

"No, you can be killed even if you are offline?!"

"Has the dog plan finally decided not to be a human?"

"Brothers on the number! What the **** is the copy guy!"

"Want to explode my **** costume? I'm fighting with you!"