This Game is Too Real

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"Fuck...Are these **** crazy?"

Inside a half-collapsed residential building.

Standing in the open-top bathroom without the ceiling, Ye Shi, holding a telescope in his hand, stared at the street 300 meters away.

It was five o'clock in the morning, and the sun had not yet risen, but the sky was already bright.

I saw fifty or so looters closely following a truck with welded steel plates, with one - no, four machine guns to be precise!

I don't know if it was because the 12mm heavy machine guns were not enough, the predators of the Ya clan also connected the light machine guns in series, and they were connected in a row with iron wires, steel bars and screws.

This made Ye Shi couldn't help thinking of the quadruple Max Qin he had seen in the movie, which was similar to this thing.

The only difference is that one is water-cooled for consciousness, and the other is air-cooled, which is slightly advanced.

However, intuition tells Ye Shi that these predators probably did not learn it from film and television works, but from the quadruple air defense card of the Skeleton Corps.

"7mm machine gun air defense... Which genius came up with the idea..." Fang Chang couldn't help but complain.

Old Bai, who was sitting by the side nibbling on the wheat cake, said with a laugh.

"Don't tell me, if the supplies of this thing can keep up, the firepower density might scare people to death. It only takes half a second to get down from the sky with that wooden plane."

Kuang Feng touched the bridge of his nose with his index finger.

"...in terms of effect, we probably really beat them that night."

Watching the patrol team disappear on the street corner, Ye Shi, who put down his binoculars, sighed.

"That's what I said, but it's a little uncomfortable for them to be together now."

The AI ​​in this game is very smart.

Not only will it cut the player's leeks, but also adjust the AI's action strategy in real time according to the player's game behavior. It turned out that the predator, who could only stare at the plane, also gave the anti-aircraft weapon to DIY.

What is that called?

right!

Machine Learning!

It is indeed the only fully immersive virtual reality online game in the world. This AI technology is also strong.

Old Bai, who was eating the cake, said calmly.

"Don't worry, the Ya clan is dispatching troops to the front line recently, we just need to keep an eye on their tanks."

At present, the Burning Corps has been broken into pieces and scattered in the city. It is still a bit difficult to rely on the four-man squad to fight against the predators.

but it does not matter.

They can call in air strikes.

Usually, the predator's tanks are hidden in the underground garage. Now they are all moving to the front line. They don't need to go up and face the tanks. As long as they lock the approximate position of the tanks, the players who fly the plane will naturally give them a surprise.

In just one week, the Burning Corps had called for air strikes to scrap four Conqueror 10s, and one was paralyzed even though it was not scrapped.

Without the support of logistical supplies, with the hands-on ability of this group of savages, at most one track will be repaired. As for the damaged engine or even the oil pipeline, it is basically the same as scrapping.

"It seems that no tanks will pass by this street today." Fang Chang glanced at the time on the vm, and the sky not far away had already turned white.

Old Bai threw away the paper wrapping the oatmeal and got up from the floor with a rifle.

"Find a safe place to go offline."

While he was talking, there was a sudden creaking sound from downstairs.

The four were immediately alert.

Old Bai quickly moved to the entrance of the living room, and leaned out half of his body to cover the stairs. Then the strong wind released the "Firefly" drone, which flew out from the broken ceiling and landed outside the residential building.

Ye Shi said solemnly: "I didn't perceive killing intent... The other party probably didn't find us, or wasn't sure about our specific location."

"Searching..." The expression of Gu Feng, who was operating the drone, suddenly stopped, and he was stunned.

I saw a slightly immature face hidden in the window downstairs, and it was difficult to distinguish his gender from the unkempt appearance. Gu Feng can only judge that he is not very old, even taking into account the impact of malnutrition on development, at most seven or eight years old.

Those black eyes stared at the drone outside the window motionless, and their pupils were filled with anxiety, tension and curiosity.

He probably thought he was hiding well, but he didn't know that the camera could see the situation in the room clearly.

"It should be a local survivor...a child." Said, Gu Feng synchronized the drone's screen to the teammate's vm.

Fang Chang asked cautiously.

"Are there any other people around? Or weapons?"

Among the predators, there were quite a number of young soldiers, and he did not let his guard down just because the opponent was a child.

Gu Feng shook his head.

"I haven't seen... I haven't seen such a thin predator yet."

"Alert lifted."

At least temporarily lifted...

Old Bai breathed a sigh of relief, put away the rifle in his hand, and turned off the safety.

The game is overly realistic in some places.

Even if the dream filter filters out most of the sensory stimuli that are beyond the tolerance limit, for players with too strong sense of substitution, the behavior of exceeding the limit will still feel mentally uncomfortable.

Like seeing a looter throw a living person into a frying pan...

If he could, he really didn't want to use someone younger than him as his opponent.

Patting Fang Chang's shoulder, Lao Bai said.

"Let's go, ready to change places."

It's already dawn.

It is impossible for the predator's tank to come out during the day, and there is no point in continuing to squat down. It is better to go offline and go to the official website for a while.

However, the players are all online at the moment. From 6:00 pm to 12:00 pm, the official website belongs to cloud players.

During this period of time, they fought every day and night, and their work and rest were completely disrupted...

Go to the stairs.

Lao Bai suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, the airdrop box from last night has not been recovered yet, so go pick it up before going offline."

Ye Shi asked curiously.

"Didn't you say you're not in a hurry to recycle?"

Lao Bai didn't answer this question, but took out the big bag of green wheat cakes left in his backpack and put it on the floor.

"I changed my mind."

Fang Chang sighed.

"You better not take the game too much as a reality. In the setting, there are at least five or six thousand survivors in this city, and the airdrops can't help them at all. I really want to pull them out of the water. Come out, it's better to get rid of the predators as soon as possible."

Old Bai smiled.

"I know, just treat it as my self-satisfaction."

The group left.

I heard the sound from upstairs disappear.

The boy crept upstairs, wanting to see if the soldiers of the New Alliance had any garbage left for recycling.

For example, bullet casings and the like can be exchanged for food when taken to the stronghold of the resistance group.

But for the cartridge case, the boy does not hold out much hope.

All night last night, these people didn't fire a single shot. It's a ghost if there are bullet casings left.

Since the raiders came, the survivors' settlements have been destroyed one after another, and the survivors have either been captured as slaves or hid underground. Since there is no farmland, they can only grow some fungi that do not require high light, or go outside to find wild green wheat, croissants, or even eat soil and bark.

Originally, it was possible to survive in this way, but unfortunately, the plague broke out in Xizhou City recently, and the mushroom field has seriously reduced production. Wild crops such as green wheat and croissant have almost disappeared from Xizhou City, and the stronghold of the resistance organization has encountered an unprecedented crisis of survival.

In the past, everyone could receive a small amount of relief food, but now even the nutritional cream has to be picked up and replaced.

The boy originally wanted to join the guerrillas. He heard that the guerrillas took care of the meals, but he was too young. The other party looked around and didn't look at him, so he could only pick up waste on the street with sacks.

Fortunately, the soldiers of the new alliance have joined the battlefield one after another. These people are not only better equipped than the guerrillas, but also have a good habit of wasting.

These people never pick up the bullet casings that have fallen on the ground. Sometimes encounters occur suddenly, and they don't take away half of the dry food they eat, and just throw them away.

The guerrillas encouraged them to recover the bullet casings on the ground. 20 copper bullet casings can be exchanged for 100g of nutritional paste. Sometimes the boy can't help but think, if only had the opportunity to go to the new league.

The people of the new alliance don't even want bullet casings that have fallen on the ground. They must have endless garbage at home.

Going up the stairs, the boy was about to touch into the next room.

At this moment, he suddenly smelled a fragrance.

After sniffing, the boy looked for the scent.

Seeing the green wheat cake on the ground, a pair of black eyes instantly widened. Extremely hungry, he jumped up immediately, grabbed a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

The feeling of happiness spread between his lips and teeth, and an incredible expression appeared on that sallow face.

He couldn't tell what it tasted like, and he had never eaten such a delicious green wheat cake... By the way, is this really green wheat cake? Why is there a smell of oil, and there is no oxalic acid at all!

How is it done?

Are these people the messengers of the horned deer god? !

Finally swallowing the food in his mouth, the boy looked at the bag of green wheat biscuits on the ground greedily. He did not continue to eat them, and carefully put them into the sack.

"Go back before dawn."

After staying outside for a long time, my sister will be worried...

Silently thanking those generous people in his heart, the boy carefully put away the rest of the oatmeal, got into the narrow gap like a rabbit, and left the apartment.

He didn't know why the soldiers of the new alliance left these delicious foods behind.

Just like he didn't know at this moment, there were four pairs of eyes following him behind his back.

"Speaking of which... is it really okay for us to follow a child?" Ye Shi said with a strange expression.

Fang Chang did not directly answer the question.

Or that he didn't answer from the perspective of Ye Shi's question.

"We make a bold assumption, assuming that an npc's behavioral logic is to go out for food, then enough food is collected, what is his next step?"

Night Ten was stunned.

"...bring the food home?"

"Positive solution!" Fang Chang snapped his fingers silently and said with a smile, "As long as we follow him, we can find his home."

Ye Shi held his forehead.

"I told you... You won't even have to turn over the boxes of other people's scavengers."

The wind also said something.

"I don't agree with this kind of behavior. I feel guilty for a few silver coins."

Fang Chang coughed.

"When did I say I would rummage through other people's boxes, do I have such a dog?! I'm just curious about where he lives, aren't you curious?"

Ye Shi and Gu Feng looked at each other.

"Didn't you say live underground?"

"Well... It was written in the background information on the official website that the survivors of Xizhou City hid in the ground to deal with the looters of the Bone-chewing tribe, and established resistance organizations and guerrillas."

Fang Chang said sadly.

"Yeah! You also know that they have established a resistance organization, and a wave of rational analysis, organized, shouldn't there be a fixed base? A survivor settlement is at our feet, and we have been on the new map for more than half a year. It's been a month, and I still don't know where it is! Don't you wonder what it looks like?"

The wind froze slightly.

"A wave of rational analysis... It can indeed be analyzed like this."

"Hey, I just want to do a good thing, why do you have to make the problem so complicated..." Old Bai scratched the back of his head with a headache, "Forget it, what you said makes sense."

If you can get on line with local resistance groups, it will definitely help them.

It is strange to say that they have been here for more than half a month, and the local resistance organization has never contacted them.

Is it because the program settings require players to find out for themselves?

"Are you going to recycle the airdrop boxes at that time?" Ye Shi asked.

"I won't accept it, it's going to be dawn soon, wait until it's dark before I collect it... Let's go to meet the resistance organization here first," Lao Bai stretched out his hand from the long tactical bag and took two packets of green wheat cakes. "Equalize my two packs."

"Gan! You take what's in my backpack, I'm hanging on my chest to block bullets." Fang Chang reflexively ducked to the side, covering his chest with both hands.

Old Bai couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"This can stop a ghost's bullet!"

Night Ten: "Hahahaha."

The wind coughed dryly.

"Don't leave people behind... go."

The group followed behind the boy, crossed two streets, and walked for about two kilometers until they came to the entrance of a half-collapsed subway station.

The boy stopped at the entrance, looked around carefully, and slipped in through the entrance.

Fang Chang and his party followed behind him, passed the ticket gate of the subway station, and entered the tunnel from the platform.

There are a lot of mice here, and the abandoned carriages are filled with darkness, and they are not afraid of people, and even bark at people.

The boy pulled out a steel bar, waved it randomly a few times to drive the mouse away, and then immediately ran towards the depths of the tunnel.

"These are the little brothers of the poor brother, right?" Ye Shi, who followed behind, muttered in a low voice.

"You're thinking too much about him... Don't worry about these mice, don't lose sight of the target." Intuition told Fang Chang that they were almost there.

The boy stopped in front of a green-painted iron door, reached out and knocked on the door rhythmically.

It didn't take long for the door to open quickly.

The boy dodged in and disappeared from the tunnel.

Like it never happened.

"...There should be the entrance to the underground settlement of survivors in Xizhou City!" Fang Chang's face was full of excitement.

New map!

A hot post with 10w+ likes is here!

Old Bai touched his chin.

"I was thinking how should we greet them, just go up and knock on the door? Or should we say hello first?"

Gu Feng thought.

"I think it might be better to reveal your identity first."

Just as Lao Bai and Kuang Feng were discussing how to greet each other, Ye Shi's expression suddenly changed slightly, and he held the semi-automatic rifle in his hand.

"someone is coming!"

The voice almost fell, and footsteps came from behind the tunnel.

I saw a group of men in shabby clothes and sloppy clothes appearing near the platform of the subway station. They carried iron-barreled rifles on their backs and woven bags in their hands. Judging from the shriveled bags, today's harvest should not be very good.

When they met with Lao Bai and his party, the group of people was obviously stunned, and then they immediately shouted in panic, loading the iron-barreled rifle in their hands.

The tense atmosphere suddenly heated up.

Putting his index finger on the insurance, Lao Bai glanced at the weapons in those people's hands and gave his good brother Fang Chang a look.

Fang Chang understood, lowered the muzzle of his gun and stepped forward, shouting in a joint language from someone he didn't know very well.

"We are the paratroopers of the new alliance! We are here with a peaceful purpose, I hope you calm down!"

New Alliance paratroopers? !

Aren't they fighting looters?

How come here.

The group of people standing at the entrance of the tunnel was obviously stunned, obviously not expecting that the people from the new alliance would be here.

Maintaining his aiming posture, the man in the lead shouted nervously.

"...how can we trust you!"

Fang Chang said succinctly.

"Let you continue to stand is our greatest sincerity. If you continue to aim at us, don't blame us."

"Stop it all!"

The green-painted door opened.

A man in a leather jacket came out.

Beside him stood two guards holding automatic rifles, followed by a boy, who was holding a bag in his hand, looking at the four people in the middle of the tunnel nervously.

Old Bai looked at the boy, and then at the man in the leather jacket. The angular face is like a knife, and the sharp pupils are easily reminiscent of the jackals that can be seen everywhere in the wasteland.

is a master.

Whether it is experience or strength.

Old Bai made an evaluation in his heart.

And while he locked the man, the man was also looking at him with fearful eyes.

"Wu Chengyi, the mayor of Hope Town, and the captain of the guerrillas, what is your name?" The man said to himself.

"Lao Bai." Lao Bai didn't know how to use the idiom [white horse crosses a gap] in human conjunctions, so he used the nickname everyone gave him.

Wu Chengyi was not surprised by this name, which was obviously not his real name.

There are any names on the wasteland.

It doesn't matter what it's called.

"Are you from the new alliance?"

Old Bai, who is not good at human joint language, casts a glance at Fang Chang for help, and asks him to guess the context based on the expression and demeanor, but it is a bit embarrassing for him to communicate normally.

'What should I do? ’

'Let me do it. ’

At a glance, I could see the embarrassment of my good brother, Fang Chang took over the conversation, cooperated with the translation function of vm, and said.

"Yes, we are loyal to the new alliance, loyal to the administrator, fight for the revival of civilization, and are currently at war with the bone-biting tribe... I heard that you are too, we thought that the enemy of the enemy might become a friend, so we did not invite It came by itself."

Is the enemy of the enemy a friend...

Not necessarily so in the wasteland.

An enemy of an enemy may become a friend if he is evenly matched. If the strength is very different, it may become the opponent's trophy.

Most of the survivors in Xizhou City have a favorable impression of the new alliance, and even hold an unrealistic vision, but Wu Chengyi is very clear that there is no free lunch in this world.

As the leader of the resistance group, he needs to think about more things, and it is extremely dangerous to easily trust strangers until he understands the other party's motives.

Wu Chengyi stared at Fang Chang and continued.

"Last question, what do you think of us?"

"What do you think?"

Fang Chang was stunned for a moment, then he understood what the man in front of him wanted to ask, and said after thinking for a moment.

"You are a group of... brave people, at least they didn't surrender. Of course, this is just my opinion. If you want to ask the manager's opinion, you may as well go and ask him directly."

Wu Chengyi was slightly stunned.

"Can you get in touch with him?"

Fang Chang gave him a strange look.

"Of course, our radio station can contact the rear at any time."

Hearing this sentence, expressions of joy appeared on the faces of everyone around.

After whispering a few words with the guards beside him, Wu Chengyi motioned for the guerrillas to put away their guns.

Walking alone in front of the players, he stretched out his right hand.

"...Thank you for reaching out to us, and please forgive us for being wary. We have witnessed the deaths of too many compatriots in the past six months, and it is difficult for us to easily trust any strangers."

Fang Chang shook his hand.

"understand."

After a pause, Wu Chengyi continued.

"I have considered your proposal just now."

"Allow me to speak to your manager."

…

New Union Barracks.

Chu Guang, who was sitting in the command room, was watching the report sent from Qingshi County.

The survey work of the copper-molybdenum deposit has been completed, the construction equipment has been delivered, and the mining and smelting of the copper mine is already in progress.

As of last weekend, the new alliance's copper, molybdenum, sulfur and other industrial raw materials can be self-sufficient.

The railway for transportation has also been laid from Yuanxi Town to Qingshi County.

Chu Guang paid special attention to the speeches on the forum of the few professional life players who were "sent to the Geopark to explore mineral deposits".

Judging from the photos they took and what other cloud players discussed, the mining equipment left over from the early days of the People's Alliance shocked everyone.

Especially in industrial design.

Although more than 300 years have passed, the mining equipment used as antique exhibitions has long been out of use, but the design ideas of some equipment still bring them a lot of inspiration.

The kind of shock that came from the professional field is far stronger than the feeling of solid hydrogen and x-4 fibers for those small players in the field of geology.

All the little players who participated in the exploration work couldn't help but sigh.

The business of this game company is too extensive!

"Master, there is new news about the Burning Corps you sent to Xizhou City." Xiao Qi's voice came from his ear.

Putting down the report sent by the logistics department, Chu Guang asked casually.

"what news?"

Xiao Qi continued.

"Your player has contacted a local survivor. A man who claims to be the leader of the resistance wants to speak to you."

The resistance organization in Xizhou City?

To be honest, in his original plan, he had considered using the strength of the local survivors to deal with the Ya clan.

But that was a few versions ago.

With enough cards in his hand now, there is no need to support the local resistance organizations, and raising them too fat will affect the subsequent incorporation.

However, since they took the initiative to contact themselves...

This might be a good opportunity.

The index finger lightly tapped on the table, Chu Guang thought for a while, and said.

"Make an appointment with them for me."

"Okay, Master of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com!"

As an assistant, Xiao Qi was as reliable as ever today. After he finished speaking, he immediately went to help him arrange a time for the conference call.

Picking up the tablet on the table again, Chu Guang turned to the last document.

【Xizhou City Industrial Zone Development Plan (Draft)】

After thinking for a moment, Chu Guang added a line to the title.

[…and the reconstruction plan for the new recovery area and the settlement of survivors]

The large number of survivors in Xizhou City, coupled with the captives of the predators, cannot be digested at one time with the population capacity of Dawn City.

The best way is to build a new colony and put those survivors there.

It just so happened that he planned to transfer the heavy industry from Qingquan City to Xizhou City, which was farther from Jushi City.

Looking at the document in his hand, Chu Guang nodded with satisfaction.

"This pie..."

"Players and Aboriginal people should love it."