This Game is Too Real

After the battle is over.

Chu Guang let people count the casualties.

There were 37 guards stationed at Changjiu Farm, 25 were killed, 4 were seriously injured, and the rest were slightly injured.

A total of 221 players participated in the battle, but only half of them actually received the enemy. Many additional personnel from the outpost had just arrived on the battlefield, and the previous battle was over.

Except for the 4 people killed in the melee and 2 serious injuries, the rest were all minor injuries. Even if the motion sickness is included, there are less than 10.

Since there is no irreversible damage, the injured player can lie down in the training cabin of the refuge for a while, and the problem is not big.

On the predator's side, although the offensive was like a broken bamboo at first, as the players joined the battlefield, they were quickly pressed to the ground and rubbed.

A total of 107 people were wiped out, and 40 of them were killed by mosquitoes. When the edge of the water was used to search for them, only one of them had half a breath. Because the picture was too hideous, the fringe man couldn't bear to look at it, so he gave him a good time.

In addition, there are more than forty people, half of whom are seriously injured, and more than 40% are slightly injured.

The massacre of those who gave up resistance was not a righteous act, and the spanner did not execute these prisoners, but it did not mean forgiveness.

It's too cheap for them to die.

They should use their labor to repent in the ice and snow, and reclaim the wasteland north of Linghu until they pay their sins or die.

Because the cells were not enough, everyone was stuffed into a warehouse. The area was small and there was no place to lie down. The black could not see his fingers.

Without medicines, or even bandages for dressing, some of the seriously injured prisoners quickly lost their breath, and even if the others were still alive, it would be difficult for them to survive tonight.

...

On the other side, the guard station.

In the house where the wounded were housed.

The young man with a bandage on his stomach was lying on his back on the stretcher, only half of his breath remaining weak.

He was shot at least twice in the stomach, and there was a piece of shrapnel embedded in his shoulder.

With such a serious injury, a death certificate can basically be issued on the wasteland with poor medical conditions.

There was not much sadness in his heart. When he picked up the gun, he thought he would die, but he didn't expect this day to come so soon.

If I had any regrets, I probably didn't drink the hot soup of the New Year that night at the end.

I really want to know what it tastes like...

Just when he felt a little sleepy, he vaguely heard someone calling his name.

"Lu Bei!"

Trying to open his eyes, Lu Bei saw a young man with a bandage on his arm running towards him.

"... Xu Shun?"

"Lu Bei! Great, you are still alive!"

Smiling weakly, Lu Bei was about to say something, but he saw Xu Shun hurriedly taking out a needle, and then stuck it on his arm.

There was no tingling sensation.

Lu Bei even wondered if there were any needles.

Seeing his relieved friend, he hesitated slightly.

"This is?"

"Therapeutic needle! The manager sent us, it is said that as long as there is half a breath, it can be rescued!"

Xu Shun smiled, and continued with relief.

"It's caught up! I thought it was too late!"

Treatment needle?

Lu Bei was taken aback.

Can that thing be useful?

Just when he was thinking about it, the wounds on his stomach and shoulders were like ten thousand ants crawling past, and it was so itching that people couldn't help but want to scratch them.

The pain began to return.

This is a good thing.

Lu Bei gradually felt that his cold body seemed to be warming up, and his trance consciousness gradually became sober.

His eyes widened and his words filled with disbelief.

Does it work? !

It's amazing!

Seeing Lu Bei who was gradually recovering, Xu Shun stretched out his hand to support his arm and said excitedly.

"Brother, do you feel better?"

Lu Bei nodded.

"It's better... but the shrapnel on my shoulder hasn't been taken yet."

Xu Shun said.

"You are too weak now to have surgery. I'm afraid the shrapnel will have to wait for a while to recover."

Speaking of this, he sighed with emotion.

"Hey, it's a pity that the pimple soup is mushy, but it tastes okay if you heat it up, do you think you can eat something? You can eat it, I'll get you a bowl."

When Lu Bei heard that he had something to eat, he immediately became energetic and stretched out his hand to support the bed.

"Go, go together."

"go together?"

Before Xu Shun could react, he was surprised to see that the good brother, who was only half-dangling in the first few minutes, actually sat up from the bed.

Touching his stomach, Lu Bei said with a smile.

"I don't know too much, but it feels better... You see, it's nothing at all."

As he said, he jumped off the bed numbly, urging his friend.

"Hurry up, wait for it to get cold again!"

It was not just Lu Bei who recovered. The other three guards who were seriously injured were also relieved with the help of the treatment.

However, although the treatment needle can accelerate the recovery, it cannot regenerate the severed limb, nor can it restore the burned skin to be exactly the same as before.

Lu Bei was probably the luckiest one. Those two bullets did not hit the point.

If it is a little bit down or a little bit up, he will probably have to spend the rest of his life in regret.

"Has the medicine been distributed?"

Standing at the gate of the guard station, Chu Guang found the wrench that was directing the aftermath.

This man is also a ruthless man. The polymer bulletproof board hanging in front of the "Five Type" exoskeleton has been completely broken. The battle came to the end.

Different from the player.

They are not weakened by pain.

There is no second life either.

This bravery is worthy of at least a silver medal!

"It has been sent..." Noting the manager's sight on his chest, the wrench glanced down, his expression was a bit ashamed for an instant, "Sorry, I broke the equipment you gave me."

Chu Guang looked at him and said.

"Raise your head, you have done a good job. If the equipment is broken, you can repair it, if you can't repair it, you can replace it with a new one, but there is only one life. I hope you can regard the latter as more important than the former."

Four treatment needles, two boxes of anti-inflammatory drugs, and more than ten boxes of hemostatic bandages.

In the past, Chu Guang disliked the useless intermediate blind box, but this time it came in handy.

However, this wave of consumption almost emptied his medicine reserves.

The war is imminent.

The points seem to have been saved to 120 points, this time I go back and throw it on the intermediate blind box.

There was a touch of touch on Wrench's face.

He knew how expensive the exoskeleton was after seeing it in the store.

Lifting his head, he said in a sonorous voice.

"Yes, my lord!"

Chu Guang looked at him and nodded approvingly.

"I will ask someone to make you a steel breastplate and put it on."

"Now, take me to see the wounded."

"Yes!" Wrench nodded excitedly, and walked ahead.

Just as the two were walking towards the inside of the guard station, a young man was slipping out of the station.

The north wind was blowing, and Lu Bei tightened his overcoat with holes in his body, and walked towards a little bit to the north.

A big battle broke out here earlier. The ground was covered with dirty snow and muddy water mixed with blood. The shocking footprints were **** the ground, not completely frozen.

Several reinforced guards stood nearby on duty, supervising several prisoners of war dragging their bodies into a line on the open space.

The body is easy to identify, the guards are all wearing black coats, and the robes are mostly covered in ugly fur.

The bodies of the guards were covered with cloth or something.

The corpse of the predator was placed on his back, and a truck would be towed away in a while.

The corpse will attract decaying alien species, and it is more likely to bring plague, which must be dealt with in time.

Noting the boy wrapped in a coat, a guard stepped up and urged him to leave.

"Hey, what are you shaking here, go back quickly, be careful that the wound is frozen."

Lu Bei whispered.

"I'll go back later, I'll find someone."

Seeing the expression on his face, the guard was startled.

After a moment of silence, he nodded.

"Then you hurry up."

"thanks!"

After nodding and thanking him, Lu Bei ran in immediately. After searching in this pile of dead people for a while, he finally found the person he was looking for.

Breathing pauses slightly.

The trembling fingers lifted the linen cloth.

Glancing at the frosty wrinkles and eyebrows, Lu Bei's throat moved, and this time he finally believed what his comrades had said to him.

After being silent for a long time, Lu Bei silently took out a still warm lunch box from his arms and placed it next to the old man's face.

"...The captain told me that it takes more courage than facing Deathclaw."

"He also said, thanks to you, we reacted in the first place, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."

"He said that our enemies are much stronger than **** hands, and defeating them is something to be proud of. We have not only defeated our enemies, but we have also defeated our past."

"The captain said a lot, but I can't remember it. I remember that the pimple soup was quite delicious, especially when it was just scooped out of the pot, the whole body was warm after a bite..."

"...I put it here."

Lu Bei was about to get up, and suddenly saw the whistle biting on the cracked lips.

After being silent for a while, Lu Bei stretched out his hand and gently pulled the whistle bitten by the tooth, and took it from his mouth.

He found an unbroken pocket on the scarred coat, and he carefully put it in to save it.

"thanks."

"I will keep it for you."

After speaking in a low voice, the boy covered him with a cloth, got up and gave a military salute, and walked away in the direction of the guard station...

...

Official website:

[Full Service Announcement: The emergency mission is over, thank you everyone, you thwarted the raid of the predators, and the victory belongs to you! 】

[Full server announcement: All players who respond to the mobilization will receive a bronze gear medal, and the team with the highest score will receive a silver gear medal. 】

[Battle rewards will be settled later, I wish you all a happy holiday. 】

For the aborigines on the wasteland, the price of any victory is heavy.

But for players who do not belong to this world, this is after all just a game.

With their helmets off, they still have to eat dumplings that have not been finished, or reheat the cold takeaway. There may be unfinished work to be done for a while.

Chu Guang pondered for a long time, but in the end he still didn't write his heavy heart in the announcement.

Today is New Year's Day.

There is a funeral at dawn.

The battle report can wait until tomorrow.

Things outside the main line can be written in the official website data set, or placed as an easter egg in the game for players to discover by themselves.

They have done a good job.

Dogs should not plan to torture humanity.

forum:

Tomato scrambled eggs: "Brothers, what's the situation on the frontline? Is the team battle over?"

Lao Bai: "It was lonely. When we rushed over from the outpost, we had already finished the fight."

Tail: "The tail is the first one! This time it must be MVP! (｀?′)Ψ"

WC really has mosquitoes: "Don't think about it, the MVP must be me, I killed the fourth team alone! (Barring teeth

Tail:"!!!"

Battlefield atmosphere group: "Fuck?!"

Ye Shi: "Fuck! Are you hanging up?!"

Raiden Fawang Professor Yang: "If you don't understand, just ask, how many people are in the fourth team?"

Gale: "The predators are usually ten people..."

Raiden Professor Yang: "Awesome!"

Quit smoking: "I rub, so strong?!"

Irene: "Yes, you can, goblin technology is on the rise. (Funny

Ya'er, I want to go to the toilet cable: "A great hammer! The gun is ours! (turning the table

Ye Ao Nai I said: "Laughs, that's it? That's less than one company. My uncle and his group, the weakest cook also has a hundred lives in his hands. Only forty, not even a rookie. ."

Irene: "Brother, although we are a black forum, but I don't believe in nonsense. (Funny

Ye Shi: "If you don't understand, just ask, your uncle is Helding? (Funny

...

The funeral of the fallen guards was held early the next morning.

All the guards lined up at the north gate, fired three shots into the sky, and then carried the bodies of the dead onto a truck.

In the waste soil, burying in the soil is equivalent to giving food to the alien species, and many alien species have the habit of digging in the soil and digging holes.

If you can choose, almost no one will choose burial.

The wish of most guards is to go to the iron stove just like those blue coats who have helped them.

There are also people who hope to be cremated and scatter their ashes in the lake, on high-rise buildings, or places they have fought and defended.

No one knows their last wishes better than their comrades-in-arms, and the survivors will do those "things afterwards" for them.

Stayed till the end at the funeral.

Before leaving, Chu Guang suddenly noticed that several players were also watching from a distance, and stayed till the end like him.

Shaozizi: "By the way...The NPC in this game is dead, can't it be refreshed?"

Macabazi: "It should be, I remember the setting is dead, it seems like it's gone, but someone else will take over for them."

Shaozaizi sighed.

"Hey……"

Macabazi glanced at him.

"What's wrong, brother? E touch it early in the morning?"

Shao Zizi: "It's nothing...I just counted a circle and found that there was no one."

Macabazi said in surprise: "Hey, can you still remember their faces?"

He is blind, and there are not many faces that can be remembered in reality, let alone games with filters.

The only one I can remember is Xiaoyu and Boss Xia, plus Luca at most.

Oh yes~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and the respectable manager.

However, the manager does not always show his face. Remember that his face is of little significance. The dark blue power armor is more representative.

Shaozaizi said with a sigh.

"No, I only remember a few. For example, the old man, he would go to the lake to watch us fishing on the rest of the week. I knew he was a fellow man when I looked at his expression, so I gave him the fishing rod at that time. Yes, and taught him to catch leeches with a bottle..."

Macabazi was stunned.

"Ah...is there a hidden mission?"

"No."

Shaozaizi shook his head and sighed for the third time.

"Although it is meaningless, it is also quite interesting."

"And when I thought that the fisherman wouldn't come again, he was still a bit lonely..."