This Game is Too Real

"I always thought that I was just a murderous machine with no emotions in FPS games, and just a mission master who likes to turn boxes and cabinets in RPG games."

"Until this morning, I found that a familiar person was missing from the guard."

"I don't know the name of the guard, only that he is probably the oldest one in the guard."

"Like other unnamed NPCs, his life is very regular. There are only three things in his daily work, namely training, standing guard and patrolling. In addition, he will have one day off every week, usually on Thursday or On Sunday, and every day he would sit by the lake and watch us fishing to kill time."

"It’s not that I’m bragging. As a senior fisherman, I can tell at a glance whether a person is fishing. Few people can endure nothing for a whole day, but he can sit next to us and watch us empty. It took a whole afternoon."

"So I troubled the mosquito to make a fishing rod for me, and warned him not to make some extra functions on it, and then gave the fishing rod to the old man."

"The old man was very happy. He said many words of thanks to me, and wanted to give me silver coins. Seeing that I didn't collect it, he gave me a dagger the next day. At first I thought it was a task prop, so I was quite excited. But it turned out that it was not actually, it was just an ordinary gift. But even so, this unique feeling is still very interesting."

"Later I taught him how to swing, how to make nests, and how to use bottles to make simple traps and catch leech cubs as bait. Sometimes we would take the fish to the warehouse or sell it in the market. Sometimes it’s baked and eaten."

"I'm like Robinson, know a little about everything. And he's like Friday, not very smart, but easy to learn, and full of curiosity about everything about us."

"Occasionally I will complain to him, complain about some real troubles, and he will also say some of his own things, maybe it is about adventures, maybe it is about things that I want to do in the future, or something else."

"Even if we don't understand what the other person is saying, it is unexpected that this does not prevent us from communicating. And from him, I also learned a lot of interesting words, even if some of them I still don't know what they mean to this day. "

"But... everything stopped abruptly this morning."

"The guards with solemn expressions stood in a row at the north gate of Changjiu Farm and fired three shots into the sky. I saw a teenager carrying his body onto a truck, watching them send him to cremation, and then His ashes were taken to the lake, half of which was scattered on the shore and half of the ashes in the lake."

"Maybe this is his last wish."

"At that moment, I suddenly felt that those NPCs were like real people, not just a cold procedure."

"I never thought that one day I would become friends with the characters in the game, and I never thought that I would feel sad because of an unexpected parting."

"For a moment, I hoped it was me who died that night."

"This is to commemorate a fishing friend who will never come back."

"Even in the end, I didn't know his name, but I will remember the story about him, even if only I do."

The post is very long.

The building is very tall.

Before, Chu Guang rarely saw Shaozaizi posting posts on the forums, but occasionally saw his replies in some posts.

But this time he wrote a lot.

Including the follow-up replies, he recounted the memories of the old man from the perspective of a friend, including some interesting things that happened while fishing.

Although it is not a magnificent story, it is all simple and unpretentious little things, but the words seem to be alive.

Macabazi: "Feel the angler..."

Tail: "Um."

Sisi: "Sorry, I couldn't save your friend."

WC really has mosquitoes: "Uncomfortable, if only the NPC can be resurrected as well."

Gale: "Well, but from another perspective, it may be that the NPC has only one life, so we feel that the world in the game is extremely real. What we create is not just a meaningless number, but is given. Soul stuff."

Ye Shi: "Hey, I know, but I still feel so heartbroken..."

Lao Bai: "This game is always too real in excess."

Fang Chang: "It's like an elusive life."

Fujito: "Hey..."

Yaya: "Well, distressed. (>﹏

Chu Guang saw the end, was silent for a long time, typed a lot of words in the reply, but finally deleted it by pressing the backspace key.

Repeatedly for a long time.

Only one sentence remained.

Guang: "His name is Jixiang."

…

The morning sun rose as usual the next day.

Although many people will never come back, life still has to go on.

For people living in the wasteland, death is the norm. People who are not strong enough in their hearts have died two centuries ago, and they cannot survive until now with weak thoughts.

The training of the guards continues as usual.

Thirty new faces joined in and went to Changjiu Farm for training.

Most of them are from refugee camps, and they have signed up voluntarily.

Perhaps it was because they were inspired by those heroic deeds, or it was just because of the steaming barbecue that made them feel that they had found their home in this wasteland.

They don't want to live a life of reflux again.

There was no escape, they decided to take up weapons and use their own hands to defend the order and peace here.

The entrance of the nursing home.

A big fat mouse got out of the door, raised a lazy waist in the snow covered with the sun, and vomited.

"MMP! I'm alive!"

Ratman has this advantage.

Others need three days to live, and he only needs OB to be online in one day.

It just so happened that Wang Fugui, the elf who walked out of the nursing home, took an unexpected look at this guy and asked curiously.

"When did you die?"

It's hard for a strong man: "When can I die that night! I don't even have a gun, but I hit the bottom of the nose, and I can only bite the bullet."

Speaking of this, the strongman sighed.

"Hey, I get angry when I think about it, MMPD, I just saw a gun and was about to rush up to pick it up, and then I was caught by a hyena."

Elf King Fugui: "Ah this..."

Mutant hyena.

Is this the most common weird in the wasteland?

Although it is slightly stronger than the eater, it is not much stronger. Because of its sensitive smell and good night vision ability, many predators like to raise it, and they are basically alien species that novices can easily deal with. Even the hyena can't win, he generally recommends deleting the number.

but…

I heard that hyenas belong to the cat suborder?

There is nothing wrong with the suppression of blood vessels.

The cat's ears on the top of his head moved lightly, and he looked at the fat mouse with sympathy.

"That's too miserable..."

Ashamed to say.

She didn't notice what he died at all.

On the other side of the square, carrying a rifle tail, also just came out of the nursing home.

It's just that compared to yesterday's full of energy, that expression looked somewhat depressed.

Seeing her thoughts at a glance, Sisi comforted.

"Hey, the tail has worked very hard, although it's a pity, but it's no way. If you want to scold the dog, you can plan to set the difficulty too high."

"Well, I'm okay, but I just think it would be better if I was stronger... But then again, if you say this in the game, aren't you afraid that you will be targeted?"

The rumors circulating on the forum must not be ridiculed and planned in games or forums. Otherwise, it will be Africans and death on the spot.

Although it is metaphysics, sometimes I have to believe it.

Sisi immediately lowered his head, clasped his hands together, and introspected sincerely.

"Sorry, I was so wrong in the planning. Please forgive a girl who was unabashed for saying something nonsense."

"Hey!" The tail looked at her in surprise, "You are too quick to admit it, right?"

At this time, the two happened to pass by the guard post of the outpost.

The tail glanced over there subconsciously, and suddenly stopped.

Sisi also stopped and cast a questioning glance at her.

"What's wrong?"

"Look over there."

The tail pointed in the direction of the guard post.

Sisi looked in the direction she was pointing, and saw that there was an extra wall beside the bulletin board.

Was it built yesterday?

A surprised expression appeared on Sisi's face.

She hadn't noticed it before.

I saw nails on the wall, and some iron plates were hung on the nails.

"What is hanging on the wall?"

"Um... there are twenty-five in total, probably the name written on it? Maybe it's a **** or something like that."

It turned out to be a memorial wall.

This design is quite a wasteland style.

By the way, is this an Easter egg for the production team?

Sisi suddenly found that the tail's mood seemed a little better than before.

"Let's go," the tail regained its spirit, said enthusiastically, "In order to be promoted to the first echelon as soon as possible, there is no time to waste! Everyone at the outpost, waiting for the tail to guard it!"

Sisi couldn't help but show a smile on his face.

no surprise.

Still, a lively tail is more cute.

Although she felt that everyone shouldn't expect them to help.

"Oh!"

"In order to get the MVP next time, we have to cheer."

…

North of Elm District.

An abandoned town sits on the edge of the forest, and even the whistling north wind cannot dissipate the **** smell that has settled there.

There used to be more than one hundred survivors living here, living a life basically isolated from the world.

However, just a month ago, a group of predators arrived here, completely turning this isolated town into a **** on earth.

Some people could not stand the torture and were slaughtered and hung on the wall. A few people survived and became their slaves.

The predators occupied their homes, took away their food for the winter, and transformed their houses into fortresses. They placed wooden bunkers on the streets and windows, and dug trenches to build simple fortifications.

This is not like what a predator would do.

Even if they have slaves to use, few people know how and where to dig trenches and foxholes.

Building a position is a very particular knowledge. For predators who are accustomed to being harassed by small forces and rushing up and down, this is a skill that is not usually used at all.

Thanks to their staff, the man named Bernie.

As the former commander of the army, his understanding and application of light infantry tactics can be said to have reached the level of proficiency.

After all, none of the people who can survive the indiscriminate bombing of the Great Rift Valley are waiting.

It's not just about building a position.

Including the defense deployment from the inside to the outside, as well as the patrol route of the patrol team, are all planned by the staff officer himself.

It is precisely because of this that when Yang Er, covered in snow, stumbled out of the woods, he was immediately spotted by a predator who was patrolling with a dog.

"Don't shoot!"

"Don't shoot! I'm my own!"

Seeing the two predator sentries aiming at him, Yang Er immediately threw the gun in his hand on the snow and hurriedly raised his hands.

"My own person?"

The predator walking in front held his gun, and looked up and down suspiciously.

"Which account are you? Who is your boss?"

Yang Er said immediately when he couldn't even catch his breath.

"Grey Wolf! I'm a scout under the Grey Wolf tent...Please take me to see Master Qian, I have something to report!"

The two predators exchanged their sights and felt that he did not seem to be lying, so they took him to the checkpoint on the edge of the town, searched him there, and sent someone to report the situation to the lord.

After learning the news, the commander agreed to meet him.

Soon, Yang Er was taken over.

As soon as he entered the room and saw the man sitting on the chair, he immediately knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed firmly against the floor, trembling not to say a word.

Leaning lazily, Shiya sitting on the chair looked down at him and said slowly.

"You lose?"

Yang Er swallowed, lowered his head and said.

"Yes, my lord."

Bernie, who was sitting next to Lion Tooth, looked at him and said.

"Tell me what happened the night before."

Dare to hide, Yang Er whispered immediately.

"...After all the preparations were made, we launched a raid on Changjiu Farm under the order of the Gray Wolf. However, the resistance of those survivors was stronger than we thought. We once captured their wall, but it was very More and more reinforcements are coming soon, and we are still outnumbered in the end."

Yang Er described in detail what happened at that time.

Including their fierce battle with the defenders at the north gate, including the rubber tracks of local survivors, including the amazingly powerful "rapid-fire gun."

"Quadruple anti-aircraft gun, and it's still a high-explosive bomb..." Bernie, who was standing next to Lion Tooth, listened carefully to the scout's statement. After a long period of thought, he said solemnly, "These survivors are not easy to deal with."

Especially putting rubber tracks on the truck, which was an operation he hadn't expected at all. What makes him even more confused is where did these people get so much rubber?

The expression on Shiya's face was indifferent.

After all, he didn't expect Gray Wolf to be able to defeat that survivor stronghold.

Looking at the scout kneeling on the ground, he continued.

"Where is the gray wolf?"

With his head stuck to the floor, Yang Er said tremblingly.

"I don't know... Gray Wolf, he said that he wants to stay behind."

After the break?

This sentence successfully made Shiya amused.

It's really a euphemism.

But it doesn't matter. Anyway, that guy is also a useless pawn. It's not bad to be able to use the lives of some foreigners to test out the strength of the survivors in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City.

And it can also stimulate the cunning snake to make an uncontrollable move first.

It can be said to kill two birds with one stone...oh no, kill three birds with one stone.

"get out."

Hearing those three words, Yang Er felt that his shoulder and head had been removed from a mountain, and he was instantly relieved, not realizing that his back was soaked in sweat.

"Thank your lord!"

Not daring to stay here for another second, he hurriedly turned and walked back.

The door closed.

Shiya looked at the staff officer sitting aside, and said in a casual tone.

"Unexpectedly, it was completely wiped out."

Bernie gave him a strange look.

"I thought you did it on purpose."

Shiya shook his head slightly.

"You misunderstood. I didn't think about letting him die outside. I just wanted to take this opportunity to beat this dishonest guy. As a result, I didn't expect this guy to have such a strong head that he actually added more than 150 people to himself. I lost it all there."

Bernie said.

"Then which flare gun you gave him?"

Shiya said with a smile.

"Of course it was for the black snake."

Bernie was silent for a while.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of General Klass, whose life or death was unknown, and the expedition that was so powerful but ultimately defeated.

Perhaps they were also discarded pawns.

Who knows?

Those big people never tell them everything, at most they only tell them what to do now.

Including now.

He still didn't understand why his chief chose to join a group of indigenous people. The people of the Great Rift Valley did not rush to exterminate them. It was not that they had no chance to go home.

"If the gray wolf is captured, he will tell all our information to those people, which is not a good thing."

Shiya faintly smiled and said.

"I know, but what does it matter? Our strength is far stronger than them. Even if we look at each other's cards, we have a greater chance of winning. Now there is only one suspense left, how long can they last under the attack of the black snake? . We must choose a right time to enter the battlefield, not too early or too late... what do you think? My friend."

Bernie thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"I don't know, but it may not be easy for Black Snake to win."

Shiya disagreed.

"On what kind of cannon?"

Bernie continued.

"It's not a piece of equipment, but those survivors in the northern suburbs have obviously already possessed industrial capabilities and have been preparing for this war all winter. And the information we have is very limited. Even more ignorant. If this war drags on for too long, it might not be a good thing for us."

But on the other hand, if this survivor settlement can be taken, the benefits they can get from it will also be huge.

A stronghold for survivors with industrial capabilities can be much richer than those agricultural communities.

In the few strongholds they robbed before, there were only some croissants and green wheat left in the poor warehouses. If they can capture the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, their odds of attacking Boulder City will be much higher.

Shiya stroked his chin.

"Then how do you think we should end this war as soon as possible?"

Bernie said.

"It is the best choice to act with the friendly forces in the southern suburbs of Tianshui City."

"That's impossible," Shiya waved her hand and interrupted him, "I know that guy too well, he will definitely not cooperate with us."

Bernie gave a wry smile.

Noting the expression on the staff's face, Shiya smiled and comforted him.

"Don't worry, this hard bone may be hard to bite, but it's just a little bit. We have an absolute advantage in both equipment and manpower. Even a single spit can drown them."

"As long as our friendly forces take action to contain their positive forces, I will immediately take the brothers out and appear on their flanks unexpectedly, and cooperate with our friendly forces to wipe them out in one fell swoop!"

"Don't you think this plan is perfect?"

In addition, a part of the manpower can be allocated to seize their stronghold in front of the black snake.

When that sly and greedy fellow sees his banner floating above Changjiu Farm, he will definitely blow his lungs.

When he thought of this, Shiya couldn't help showing a happy expression on his face.

Seeing this overly optimistic commander, Bernie sighed softly in his heart.

"You are right."

"This may be a very good plan."

It would be great if everything really went as planned.

It is a full 20 kilometers away from Changjiu Farm, and the 20 kilometers of snow is not easy to walk. During the period, there are forests and ruins. The team may be very long. UU reading www.uukānshu.com will also consume a lot. physical strength.

Assuming that the Black Snake really hits their plot and decides to launch a lightning-like offensive before the end of winter, then this twenty kilometers of snow will probably become the biggest variable in this battle.

Can they really kill those people on the flanks like gods from the sky when the battle is the most anxious?

This is not as simple as drawing on a map.

At this moment, footsteps came from outside the door, and a predator walked in quickly.

There was an expression of excitement on the man's face.

After entering the room, he knelt on one knee and said in an excited tone.

"grown ups!"

"That snake finally got out of its nest!"-

(The next chapter will be a little later...If it doesn't come out at twelve, it should be a little bit. Sorry to my brothers, I will finish writing and have lunch again.)