This Game is Too Real

Latest website: Hearing Chu Guang's words, Bagelo was stunned for two seconds, and said hesitantly.

"By appointment means..."

Chu Guang continued to ask.

"We caught most of the prisoners of war from the legion, all from the 210,000th team of the expeditionary army, that is, the subordinate of the commander of ten thousand named Dillon, who claimed to be the bone-biting tribe that joined by following the superior... So you are also the Dillon. subordinates?"

Bagello shook his head and said.

"I was part of the 140,000th team..."

"I know," Chu Guang looked into his eyes and said straight to the point, "What makes me curious is how you became the tank commander of the Ya clan."

It seems to be stuck in memory.

Bagello paused for a moment and said.

"About the year before, my 140,000th team was hit hard by the Great Rift Valley. I almost thought I was dead, but I was lucky to survive..."

"You are indeed very lucky, let's get straight to the point." Chu Guang glanced at the bandages on his body and continued.

"...I didn't go back to join the expeditionary force, and I couldn't go back at all, so I went to the Bugra Free State in the south of the Great Rift Valley, and found a job as a mechanic there, barely able to support myself. However, there are One day I went to a pub for a drink, and I happened to run into my former boss, who said he wanted to introduce me to a new job."

"Tank the Marauders?"

Bagello was silent for a while, but finally chose to confess.

"He told me that he had a friend who got a batch of tanks, but couldn't find a professional driver. If I was interested in going back to the old business and training a group of professional drivers for them, they would pay me five at a time. Remuneration in ten thousand dinars. If there is an attendance mission, there will be additional rewards, and there may be a chance to go home.”

Chu Guang raised his eyebrows slightly.

"And then you went to Gold Tooth?"

Bagello shook his head and said helplessly.

"That came later... At first he introduced me to a well-known local arms dealer named 'Flint'. I thought I would get a job as a trainer and bodyguard, but I didn't expect them to take me Packed with the tank and sold to the Bonechew tribe."

Chu Guang joked.

"So you're still a victim?"

"I have no intention of defending myself. Reasons don't matter at all, do they?" Bagello said calmly, "If you lose, you lose. I lost to you and my own arrogance... Now I am Your captives, that's all."

This guy has quite the personality.

Chu Guang didn't fully believe this guy's words, and he really didn't care much about whether he volunteered or was forced to become a predator.

However, from his remarks, Chu Guang captured two pieces of information that made him care.

[The relationship between the arms dealers in the Bugra Free State and the Bone-biting Tribe may not be as simple as business dealings, and the latter is suspected to be supported by the former. 】

as well as-

[The legion is very likely to be involved! 】

Although Chu Guang had heard about the Bugra Free State a long time ago, he said that there was a survivor settlement in the north near the Great Rift Valley, where a group of looters handled the loot and sold some good things to them. peddler.

However, Chu Guang didn't take this matter to heart at that time. After all, Honghe Town had also traded with the Bone-chewing tribe before, and this kind of thing was too common in the wasteland.

Now it seems that this matter may not be as "simple" as I imagined.

Chu Guang wrote down this clue and continued to ask while watching Bagello.

"Last question, what's your officer's name? What's his rank?"

Although these were two questions, Bagello answered truthfully.

"Condela, the commander of the 140,000th Expeditionary Force's 100,000th... is about the same level as Dillon."

Is it Condela?

Chu Guang said thoughtfully.

"understood."

Bagello looked at the recording equipment on the side, then looked at Chu Guang, and questioned.

"Can I... get started?"

After turning off the screen projected on the inside of the helmet's eyepiece, Chu Guang nodded.

"let's start."

…

the next day.

After being tormented by the new alliance's shelling all night, Jinya finally came to the morning sun the next day.

The rain stopped for a while, and the sky was clear.

Golden Teeth filled the streets of the southern city with barricades preventing the advance of vehicles, and deployed thousands of troops in half-collapsed ruins and alleys, preparing and marching into the city. New Alliance soldiers Fight to the death.

However-

The decisive battle that Jin Fang and his subordinates imagined did not come.

After the troops of the new alliance pushed the front line to the southern suburbs of Xizhou City, they stayed where they were, and even dug trenches under their noses.

Of course, Jinya couldn't bear to build fortifications in front of his own house. He immediately dispatched a reserve team with a size of 1,000 people and ordered it to stop it, and by the way, to explore the reality of the new alliance.

However-

What made him desperate soon happened.

The thousand-man team almost came out of the city, and before they even touched the new alliance's position, they were hit by fierce firepower.

Two quadruple-mounted anti-aircraft trucks hid on both sides of the ruins of the viaduct in the south of the city in the middle of the night last night. The front of the truck was covered with camouflage cloth, and its muzzle was aimed at the urban area to the north.

When the group of people appeared in the field of vision, Brother Mole did not order fire immediately, but let them go forward for a while.

It was not until the distance of about 400 meters that the group of people finally discovered the abnormality in front of them, and then Brother Mole put down the telescope and ordered loudly with excitement.

"Hit Grandpa hard!"

The two quadruple-mounted anti-aircraft guns fired in unison, releasing a ferocious rain of bullets.

The series of "bang, bang, bang-" artillery sounds were like a life-threatening spell.

Covered by cross-fire, the thousand-man team that went out to face the city suffered heavy casualties in an instant, and were trapped behind the cover and unable to move.

"Ah, ah, my leg!" The predator, who was missing a calf, lay on the back of the gravel pile, hugging his knees and wailing in pain.

At this time, several mortar shells fell on their positions one after another, making their situation even worse.

The centurion on the side had blood-red eyes, with anger and panic in his eyes. Although he wanted to cut off the heads of the blue gophers to make wine jugs, in the end, the fear of death prevailed.

He shouted in panic behind him.

"Boss! Their firepower is too fierce!"

"Without the protection of tanks... we simply can't make it through!"

In other words-

Get out.

However, their commander obviously did not intend to retreat, and Lord Golden Tooth's order also made him have no way to retreat...

"Everyone spreads out, crawling forward! Their shells are limited, and the victory is us when they reach a distance of 200 meters!" The commander of the raiders who came to the front line commanded a frantic roar, "Their mortars have already targeted If you don't want to die, move me!"

"Who dares to withdraw—"

"I will kill him now!"

Hearing this sentence, despair appeared in the eyes of almost all the predators.

The front is the muzzle of the new alliance, and the back is the muzzle of their own people. They are caught in the middle, and they are all dead ends.

Under the constant urging and intimidation of the Thousand Commander, the plunderers who were lying on the ground began to move forward in desperation.

Looking at the position ahead, the Elf King Fugui, who was standing behind the half pier, looked at Brother Mole who was directing the shooting and shouted.

"They are only 250 meters away from us."

Irena, who was standing under the pier, was surprised.

"Good guy, you can climb quite fast."

The ultimate range of the Iron Fist Bazooka is about this distance, and if you climb forward another fifty or sixty meters, those predators will be able to fight back.

Bullets were already whizzing towards this direction, making a clanging sound on the welded steel plates of the truck.

The canyon is running away. Mole put down the telescope in his hand and waved his right hand back.

"withdraw!"

The two anti-aircraft cards began to retreat.

The two trucks deployed at the rear slowly raised the muzzle behind them and aimed at the advancing predator. Bang Bang was two 88mm grenades smashed over.

The shockwave of the explosion and the billows of dust it lifted took over the fire from the anti-aircraft guns, briefly suppressing the advancing Marauders.

At this moment, 150 men from the Jungle Corps entered the battlefield.

Seeing that the anti-aircraft guns finally drove away, the looters had not had time to get excited, and the machine gun fire that came from the fire pressed them to the ground again, who were just about to stand up and charge.

The KV-1 exoskeletons welded with steel plates are in front of them, and the configuration of one LD-47j light machine gun in each hand, the firepower has not decreased but increased compared to before!

Looking at the battle situation ahead, a trace of despair finally appeared on the face of the commander who was commanding the front line.

these people…

Totally the devil!

Probably seeing the tragic situation on the front line, a flare was raised from the rear. Looking at the two green lights rising into the sky, the commander finally breathed a sigh of relief and shouted to the brothers on the front line.

"retreat!"

The looters, who have already climbed to the bottom of their guns, can't wait to scold their mothers when they hear this, but it's always a good thing to be able to retreat.

Marauders in the rear opened fire, covering the retreat of the brothers in front.

However, at this moment, a silver cross silently flew over them, and suddenly began to pour fierce artillery fire.

Facing the rain of fire that fell from the sky, not only the thousand-man team that went out of the city to fight was beaten, but the defenders who were squatting in the city were also stunned.

What the **** is this? !

Previously, although the planes of the new alliance often **** on their heads, those gliders made of wood, they could still sweep two shuttles with the rifles in their hands, especially when those planes were diving, they even Hit it down once or twice.

However, the planes that came this time were different from the past. Not only did they have no intention of coming down, they even fired directly outside their shooting circles.

This is even a woolen thread!

Confused by the artillery fire from all directions, the thousand-man team that went out of the city to fight could no longer maintain their morale, and fled backwards in an instant.

When they left the city, there were still a team of 1,121 people. When they came back, they couldn't even make up two hundred teams, and there was not a single one who survived.

Looking at the disgraced defeated soldiers, the looters squatting in the bunkers and behind the windows, swallowed their saliva involuntarily, and felt panic in their hearts.

Facing such a formidable opponent...

Do they really have a chance?

At this moment, a transport plane passed over the heads of everyone, the looters squatting on the street fled to the alley one after another, and the looters standing by the window also hurriedly buried their heads to avoid.

The sound of the propellers of the new alliance has become a fear etched in their DNA.

However, they soon discovered unexpectedly that what was dropped this time was not a bomb, but a leaflet that fell like snowflakes...

"...What is this?" Carefully picking up a piece of paper from the ground, Greyhound opened it and glanced at it.

The workmanship of these papers is very rough, with a line of words on the front and a picture on the back.

He was illiterate and couldn't understand what it meant, but he could clearly see the following pictures. One was a picture of a corpse, and the number written next to it was probably the number of people killed. As for the background, it should be Songlinyu.

Another picture shows groups of captives, holding bowls in front of a cauldron to receive food.

In addition to this, there are several black and white photos printed below.

Among them, Dillon was recognized by him. There was a cross on the portrait, and there were Lion Tooth and Bear Tooth next to him... The others were probably thousands of commanders, but he didn't know any of them.

These are supposed to be captives...

There was a hint of surprise in Greyhound's eyes, and it was written a bit complicated.

At this time, there was a small whisper from the side.

"Being a prisoner of the alliance can save your lives... With this leaflet, you can surrender yourself, and you can be promoted to the supervisor of the prisoner of war camp."

Greyhound looked aside and saw a small man with a leaflet in his hand, muttering in a low voice.

Noticing the sight of Greyhound, the man was obviously panicked, and quickly hid the flyer.

But Greyhound didn't say anything, just pretended nothing happened and walked over, reaching out and hooking his shoulder.

"What's written on this paper?"

The man answered timidly.

"No, nothing... It's just about persuading surrender."

Greyhound asked subconsciously, "Isn't it written how to surrender? Just walk over with the flyer? What if you get killed?"

The man glanced at the greyhound in surprise, then quickly glanced left and right. Seeing that no one noticed this, he immediately whispered at a fast speed.

"Just hold up the flyer...don't bring any weapons on you. New Alliance soldiers and guerrillas won't shoot, and you don't want to? We can—"

"Okay, don't say anything," Greyhound stopped him quickly, staring at him with menacing eyes, "You just pretend that nothing happened today, you didn't say anything, I didn't ask anything, Do you understand?"

The man nodded nervously.

Greyhound patted him on the shoulder, turned around and returned to his position. As for the flyer, he quietly hid it in his pocket.

He didn't even know why he was asking these questions.

He clearly hadn't thought about surrendering.

However, when he saw the tragic situation of the friendly troops who went out of the city to fight, he finally didn't have the courage to throw away the flyers...

It's like leaving a way out.

Greyhound so comforted himself in his heart, and put this matter aside for the time being.

However, at this moment, a broadcast suddenly sounded in the city.

"...The looters of Xizhou City, the army of the new alliance has already entered the city, and the sound of the cannons last night is the ultimatum!"

The loud voice echoed over the city.

Listening to the deafening broadcast sound, the looters looked at each other, and everyone saw confusion in each other's eyes.

Especially when they heard that the invincible Dillon had been killed and the tanks they were proud of had all been destroyed...

This is far more desperate than the shelling that lasted all night yesterday.

…

"Those shameless cowards! Bugs! Cockroaches! Timid fellows!"

The people of the new alliance didn't even enter the city, but dropped flyers to persuade them to surrender, which Jinya never thought of anyway.

What made him even more unexpected was that they even set up a broadcast under their noses to convince those soft-hearted **** to surrender.

surrender?

These two words do not exist in the bone-chewing tribe!

"These filthy gophers, actually... using such despicable means!"

After tearing the flyer in his hand into shredded snowflakes, Jin Fang, who had vented his anger, looked at the subordinates in the room who did not dare to make a sound.

"After you go down, inspect Lao Tzu one by one!"

"If there is any coward who dares to hide the flyers or talk about those things on the radio, I will peel off his skin and hang it on the window!"

"Also - keep an eye on your respective defense areas, if they set up the broadcast again, give me the first time to dismantle it!"

Everyone bowed their heads tremblingly, and where they dared to say a word, they could only nod their heads.

"Yes…"

After coming out of the room, everyone's faces were gloomy, and they didn't dare to stay here, and they hurriedly walked towards the outside of the artillery tower.

"Master Chief has gone crazy..."

Yanya glanced at the door behind him, swallowed and muttered softly.

When Yun Ya, who was standing beside him, heard these words, he was so frightened that he quickly gestured with his index finger and made a silent gesture, then glanced left and right.

"Shh... don't talk nonsense, do you want to die?!"

Yan Fang shrank his neck, and immediately closed his mouth instead of opening it.

Although their leader was also very cruel before, it was nothing compared to the present. Last night, a man was hacked to death on the bed with a knife because he mentioned about retreating, his body was hung on a lamp stand, and a sign that said coward was hung around his neck.

Now the entire tribe, whether it is a direct line or a collateral line or a foreign line, whether it is the minions below or the leaders above, are all shrouded in a terrifying atmosphere, and everyone is in danger...

In the past, when Dillon was still there, he could still persuade him a few words, but now, this guy can't listen to anyone's opinions.

The idea of ​​running away suddenly appeared in Yanya's mind, and even he himself was startled by the thought.

He killed all the way from the northern part of the River Valley Province to this place. He can be regarded as a person who has experienced a hundred battles, but this is the first time that such a cowardly thought has arisen...

…

"Wasteland OL" official website.

As the war came to an end, more and more battle videos and screenshots were released, and the popularity of the forum was also increasing.

Each corps took turns to show their achievements, not only the players enjoyed it, but also the cloud players who had not yet obtained the qualification for the beta test.

"Brilliant! Stuka got it out!"

"Damn Stuka, is it a diving human bomb?"

"Gunboats! Air gunships!"

"It looks like a C-47, and a bit like a TB-3... but it's actually electric. What kind of battery can it have to match the energy density of fuel?! And the aluminum alloy material is also good enough, and the recoil of the 37mm gun is good enough. It’s not too small, it’s still bursting.”

"Haha, I heard that the setting is solid hydrogen."

"Use fuel cells to make propeller planes?! Awesome!"

"It's all solid hydrogen, why don't you just use the hair dryer? (funny

"I guess it's to save costs. I think that in yesterday's battle, the rockets only hit one round, and the latter was basically bombarded with heavy artillery."

"I think instead of developing aircraft, we still have to point out tanks first. How about an electric T-72?"

"Solid hydrogen brand lighters? Why don't we just stick to the fuel, which is safer. (funny

The focus of cloud players is mostly on those unscientific equipment and overhead technologies that are almost impossible to achieve in reality.

As for the players...

The focus is mostly on the gameplay and strategy of the game.

For example, Mole Rat is running away in the canyon, he made a special post to show off that he drew the flyers to persuade the surrender dropped by the New Alliance plane!

But everyone obviously doesn't care about his painting skills, especially when he draws things other than books.

The post quickly went wrong.

It's hard for the strongman: "Speaking of the flyer, I found an easter egg."

Canyon Fleeing Mole: "What Easter Egg?"

The strong man said: "Hey, I think it's a pity that some flyers are dropped in places where no one is there. I was afraid that the looters would not find them, so I secretly picked up some and stuffed them into the room where they were sleeping. In the afternoon, I wanted to go back. I took a look to see how the effect of persuading surrender, but none of them surrendered, and all five people in the room were hanging outside the windows."

Fang Chang: "Fuck!?"

Night Ten: "6666!"

Crow: "Wait, why do you hang it outside the window? Σ(?д?lll

Makabazi: "Is there any need to ask, you are their leader, and seeing that your subordinates are thinking of running away, what can you do?"

Crow: "How miserable..."

Less bullshit: "What's the matter, it would be worse if you were caught by them."

Irena: "Not necessarily, if Yaya is talking, maybe there is no misery, rounding up to the nearest equal to no misery at all. (Funny

Crow: "Go away! (#｀д′)?╰ひ╯"

Canyon is running away Mole: "Hey, the mouse brother is still vicious."

Elf King Fugui: "Que, this is too vicious. (funny

It is difficult for the strong: "??? What is vicious! I am obviously kind! Are you polite?"

Swimming at the edge: "Hey, Shike can't be humiliated. You've already touched their house. Let's give them a good time."

It's hard for a strong man: "I think so too, the problem is that I can't beat it!"

Picking up trash, level 99: "Hahahaha!"

"…"

night.

Chu Guang, who was resting in the tent, was browsing the forum through the VM.

When he saw his little players vividly describing the set of sassy operations, he couldn't help but sighed in his heart.

"...This is too punishing!"

The operation of stuffing flyers under other people's pillows or in their clothes pockets is not the most sao.

There are also those who wait by the side of the building where the radio is installed, and even install tripwire grenades in the corridor...

To stabilise their shaky morale, looters had to take casualties while venturing deep into weakly controlled urban areas to dismantle the roof-mounted loudspeakers tied to walls, hidden in the wreckage of abandoned buses.

But they soon discovered that it was all in vain.

The local guerrillas were far more familiar with the terrain outside the Sixin District than they were. Often they removed the horns in the north and installed the horns in the south.

It's like a gourd that has been pressed and a scoop rises, caring for one end and not for the other.

The Burning Corps and local guerrillas roaming the city only need a loudspeaker to keep an entire team of 100 busy for a long time.

All day long, the looters in the city have not been idle...

in the communication channel.

Ma Ban, who was stationed in Hope Town, routinely reported the progress of his work to Chu Guang, and also reported the situation of persuading him to surrender.

"...As of now, our side has taken more than a hundred prisoners. I was worried that the spies of the looters were mixed in, so I didn't take them to Hope Town, but placed them in an abandoned subway station in the east of the city. Here, the guerrillas are currently watching them.”

After a pause, Maban continued to ask.

"Do you want to keep these people?"

Chu Guang smiled lightly and said, "Keep it, we said that you are not stupid prisoners, you can't keep your word. Besides, it's useful to keep them. Those prisoners of war have to be taken care of."

When a person dies, a handful of soil can be used as a dry battery. With the minimum living standard ration, not much food is needed.

There are still many resources that can be developed around Xizhou City. Those jobs that ordinary people are unwilling to do must be done by someone.

When this war is over, the number of prisoners of war will probably be more than the population of the new alliance. It is not realistic to rely on the NPC Corps to manage tens of thousands of people.

Those who surrender first will be supervisors, and those who surrender later will be coolies. At that time, he only needs to select a few guards and take care of the supervisors.

Those prisoners who surrendered first, and the prisoners of war caught on the battlefield, naturally stood on opposite sides. In order to prove their loyalty and "different", they will work harder to express themselves and take the initiative to distance themselves from other prisoners of war.

Probably guessing the manager's intention, Ma Ban said with a knowing smile.

"I see what you mean!"

Chu Guang nodded.

"I understand, is there anything else?"

"There is one last thing," after a pause, Maban continued, "among the prisoners who came to surrender today... a person brought a message."

letter?

Sitting up straight from the chair, Chu Guang said with interest.

"Whose message?"

"A thousand commander named Yanya, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" Maban said cautiously, "The messenger claimed to be Yanya's confidant, and they were in charge of the defense line on the west side of the Fourth New District."

Chu Guang glanced at the map.

The west side of Sixin District is connected to Xizhou Lake, which is a submerged shoal and swamp. The environment is dangerous and difficult to attack. It is for this reason that the Ya clan probably won't deploy too many people there.

But the henchmen will definitely be arranged there.

Chu Guang's heart moved slightly.

"What else did he say?"

Maban continued.

"The messenger said that their commander was willing to surrender to us, and wanted to ask if we could show him a way out..."

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(Don't dare to talk nonsense...)