This Game is Too Real

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The battlefield guy who got into the woods tossed for a while, and then removed all the equipment on his body, brought it out and handed it over to Kakarot.

"Brother, I will entrust you with my clothes!"

Now he was wearing a broken sack on his body, and he was carrying another in his hand. He was more like a scavenger than a scavenger. His shabby appearance made Lao Hei want to take out his wallet.

Kakarot simply stretched out his hand.

"Where's the VM? Hand it over too."

"Shit! How can I mark the location without the VM?"

"You're stupid, don't you go offline to punctuate the official website?" Kakarot rolled his eyes, "Is there any other use for wearing this thing besides proving that you are a resident of the shelter? "

"Yes... I can go offline and report."

The battlefield atmosphere team suddenly realized, decisively took the VM off its arm and stuffed it into Kakarot's hand.

Old Hei stared at him strangely until the back disappeared into the woods.

"Is this guy really okay?"

Kakarot grinned and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Never mind, it doesn't matter if anyone has anything to do, as long as the equipment is okay. Let's go, it's time for us to go!"

A group of soldiers divided into two groups.

Kakarot and I headed back to the Storm Corps' camp in the east, while the Warlords followed the survivors' footprints and headed northwest alone.

It's not been a smooth journey.

Maybe this outfit is too deceptive, maybe because he is only one person, and even the mutant hyena dares to come and beat his idea.

Thanks to his level has broken through the LV20 bottleneck, the gene sequence has reached the third stage.

Even if there is no hot weapon, he still easily kills the two hyenas that come up and scare away the last one with his agile skills and the weapons he picked up at random.

"Damn it, I knew I would have kept the dagger on my body!" Looking at the hair and blood on his hand, the warlord dropped the branch that was broken in two and cursed.

It was then that he suddenly realized that walking alone in the wasteland was more strange than carrying a gun without a weapon.

However, it's too late to think about it now.

Picking up a wooden stick and sharpening it with a stone as a short spear, the battlefield guy continued to move forward along the footprints on the ground.

After walking about ten kilometers, from morning to noon, I finally passed through the dense jungle to a relatively open area.

Not far away, there was the sound of gurgling water, and the warlord's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Water source!"

"It should be not far ahead!"

As we all know, the vicinity of the water source is the best camping site, and the larger the team size, the more upstream areas should be selected as much as possible.

Realizing that the location of the Legion's camp was nearby, the battlefield guy was not in a hurry, and walked straight to the side of the stream, intending to clean up the sticky blood on his hands and wash his face by the way.

However, just when he was just about to hold up a water in his hands and prepare to throw it on his face, the movement of his hands suddenly stopped.

"Tsk... Lao Tzu's game character is so handsome, he will definitely see the problem when he approaches."

This will not work.

Turning his eyes, the warlord simply let go of his hands, picked up a lump of mud from the river and wiped it on his face. After rubbing it a bit, he looked at the water again, and then he nodded in satisfaction.

good.

It's finally like that.

That's why it smells weird.

Not staying by the stream for much longer, the warlord hung the wooden stick in his hand and looked upstream, intending to find the specific location of the camp, and then look for an iconic reference nearby before withdrawing.

However, what he didn't expect was that before he reached the camp, he ran into a few soldiers with rifles and black robes.

The other party obviously found him too, and looked straight at him.

The heart beat to the throat, and the warlord secretly thought that he was going to suffer, and tightened the wooden stick in his palm.

but-

The elite monster standing in front of him seemed to be confused by his outfit. He didn't directly trigger the battle, but raised his muzzle on alert and aimed at him.

"stop!"

The battlefield guy stopped his steps obediently, and before the opponent let him drop his weapon, he threw the sharpened wooden stick in his hand.

The soldier stared at him and continued.

"who are you?"

"me"

Battlefield guy just wanted to answer, but Naihe people's words were too stretched. There were only a few words in his stomach. After searching for a long time, he couldn't make them up, and he was sweating in a hurry.

but…

It was precisely because of his reaction that the opponent relaxed his vigilance.

Glancing at the frightened wastelander with contempt, the soldier's eyes clearly showed some contempt.

"Scavenger?"

The warlord's eyes lit up and nodded quickly.

"Yep!"

"Where did the blood come from?"

The warlord shook the sack in his hand, slowly reached in, and took out the **** mutant hyena inside.

Seeing the branch sticking around the dog's neck, several soldiers looked at each other without concealing the mockery between their brows and their words.

"As I said, the survivors here are like monkeys."

"Tsk tsk, I don't even have a decent weapon, and I'm still fighting against aliens with my bare hands."

"It's a shame they survived."

"They'll thank us, we've brought them civilization!"

The leading soldier did not speak, but he no longer doubted. He lowered the muzzle in his hand, pointed to his feet, and then pointed to the woods behind him.

"Things are thrown here, and people move forward."

Although the battlefield guy didn't know much about it, he could still understand the gesture, and he couldn't help crying and laughing.

What's so special about this?

He just planned to come and have a look, but he didn't expect to be caught as a scavenger.

The soldiers clearly had no intention of letting him go.

The battlefield guy only hesitated for half a second, then obediently put down the things in his hand, and walked obediently to the direction the soldier pointed.

After advancing about five or six hundred meters, a spacious camp gate came into his sight.

The north side of the camp is next to the hills, and not far to the east is the stream running down the mountain stream.

The scale of the entire camp is very large, but the facilities are very simple, only a row of wooden fence walls, a few wooden sentry towers, and a few dozen tents.

Soldiers in black robes were standing guard and patrolling nearby. The number of soldiers was unknown, but it would not be less than two hundred troops.

The center of the camp was dark, apparently the survivors who had been driven here. The number of them is also uncountable, and it can only be estimated that it should not be less than five thousand.

If it weren't for the gathering, the warlords would not have imagined that there are so many survivors living in the small city of Ruigu.

Unlike him who was empty-handed, everyone here was carrying large and small bags of luggage, and their faces were full of dazed, terrified or sluggish expressions.

Most of them were taken to this unfamiliar place involuntarily, to hang out with a group of people they had never seen before.

Before the warlord came back to his senses, he was in a daze and was pushed by a soldier to the back of the team at the gate of the camp with a gun pointed at him.

There was a table at the door, and an officer was sitting behind him. He was holding a pen in his hand, writing on a piece of paper, and throwing a sign with a number on it to the survivors standing in front of the table.

Finally arrived at the battlefield.

The officer tapped the table with a pen and said impatiently when he saw that the man didn't respond.

"name."

This is a common language that the battlefield guy can understand, but of course he can't report his own game D, that's too strange.

In a hurry, he blurted out.

"Wear, pangolin."

The officer didn't say anything, just drew two strokes on the paper, and then threw the sign to the warlord. Most of the wastelanders have no culture, let alone animals as names, there are not a few people who use tables and stools as names.

The battlefield guy suspected that this guy didn't listen to what he said at all, but he didn't stop in front of the door, glanced at the number on the sign, and went to the camp.

A group of people stood in the open space in a daze.

He didn't know where to go either.

Just when he was at a loss, a survivor who looked similar to him suddenly came over.

"Dude, where are you from?"

The battlefield guy said nonsense casually.

"...Bate Street."

The survivor looked bewildered.

"Bate Street? Never heard of it."

"It's a bit far from here... I was also caught out of bad luck." The battlefield guy wanted to express it like this, but he had too little vocabulary. stammer.

"Really? You're out of luck...although I'm not much better."

The man sighed and continued.

"My name is Li Ba, and I'm from Shikeshu Village... That guy in black robes in Yangqun drove us here without any reason."

"My name is a pangolin." The battlefield guy immediately asked what he cared about most, "What are those people going to do to us?"

"do not know."

Li Ba's face was obviously sad.

"They said nothing. When we got here, they confiscated our food and the two-headed cow, and they said they would centralize management. Then they left us here and let us wait..."

While he was talking, a man with a bulge in the middle of his nose walked in front of all the survivors with a column of soldiers.

His eyes were like vultures, and the mere eye contact made the noisy crowd seem to have poured cold water on them, and instantly quieted down.

Looking around at all the survivors present, Coleway raised his chin slightly and said in a commanding tone.

"From now on, the area around Ruigu City is designated as a war zone where the legion and the enterprise will fight. But don't worry, the legion will provide you with protection until the end of the war."

"In exchange for not having to shed blood, you need to pay sweat and labor as a reward for my gifts!"

No one dared to stand up against it.

No one dared to speak.

Everyone's faces were full of fear and anxiety, only the warlords who were mixed in the crowd had strange expressions on their faces.

good guy.

The people of these legions really believed that it was the people of the enterprise who were fighting against them.

No wonder they repaired the engine and did not move forward. It seems that they planned to stop the reinforcements of the enterprise here. …

Colway waited for a while and continued.

"My name is Colway, and I'm in charge of everything here."

"Standing next to me is Mr. Finold, the logistics officer. He will explain the work for you, delineate the living area, and arrange the tasks that need to be completed every day."

The man named Finold had a genial smile on his face, in stark contrast to Colway's indifference.

This made him seem like a very easy-going person, but the warlord could feel the arrogance in his eyes that could not be hidden.

Obviously, he did not regard the wastelanders in front of him as people, but a pile of supplies or consumables and the like.

Colway looked at Finold.

"Are you going to say a word?"

Finold said with a smile.

"Tell me, that's all there is to it."

Colway nodded, continued to look at the survivors in the camp, and raised the volume.

"Don't think about being lazy, everyone here has to work, no exceptions! Slackers who don't get the job done won't get food, let alone any sympathy."

"In addition, for outstanding residents, we will not only improve his treatment, but also give generous rewards. For example, let him serve as the ten commander."

After a pause, he stared at his turbid eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised a hint of mockery.

"Even a centurion!"

East of Ruigu City.

The baggage team and more than 100 players who had been marching for five days finally successfully joined the group of Brother Quan Shui who arrived in Ruigu City first.

Filling up to five trucks of supplies finally solved the supply problem for the Stormtroopers.

The NPCs who arrive with the players will be divided into two parts, one part will return to Dawn City to continue transporting supplies, and the other part will stay in the camp.

Assist players to build positions, use building materials to reinforce tunnels, anti-gun bunkers and other fixed fortifications.

The time is approaching dusk.

Glancing at the time on the VM, Commander Quan Shui looked at me and asked the darkest.

"What about that dog in the battlefield? Why haven't you come back yet?"

My darkest face is helpless

"I don't know, he just said try to come back before dark."

"I see Xuan," Kakarot shook his head with his arms folded. "With a distance of 20 to 30 kilometers, without an exoskeleton, why do you have to run for a few hours? Even if he finds the camp before noon, rush I'll have to wait until tomorrow to come back."

Commander Spring Water nodded.

"That's right, leave him alone."

Kakarot looked at the spring and asked.

"What about us? What now?"

Commander Quan Shui knew that he was asking about the countermeasures against the legion, and said after thinking for a moment.

"Well, it's not easy to deal with. They drove all the local residents to one place, and we can't always hunt and kill scavengers who go out to collect resources.

It's not entirely taboo on sensitive moral issues. The key point is that doing so is extremely inefficient, and it will completely push the local residents towards the legion.

Suddenly, Commander Quan Shui moved in his heart, raised his head and said.

"By the way, have you taken photos of the destroyed camps?"

Kakarot nodded.

"It was filmed... What's wrong?"

Commander Fountain continued:

"After a while, you will take someone to contact the nearby survivors' settlement, show them the photos taken during the day, and persuade them to leave the village and take refuge outside."

Kakarot was stunned and hesitated.

"Will they listen to us?"

Escape is no small matter.

With just a few photos, it is somewhat whimsical to convince the locals to leave the place where their ancestors lived.

The spring commander said simply.

"You tell them that there is a place called Dawn City in Qingquan City, 150 kilometers away from here. The people there are willing to provide shelter for them. When we end the war with the Legion, they will be able to return to their own homes. home."

"Whatever they ultimately choose, we only do what we can."

How much can be persuaded away.

It's better to drive people away than to have them captured by the Legion as coolies.

After explaining the task, Commander Quan Shui walked to the side of the baggage team, found the NPC in charge, and handed a locked iron box to him.

The box is light and only holds one card in it.

That card was handed to him by Sesame Paste before the White Bear Knights went to explore the entrance of Vault 79.

It is said that it is a very important task item, maybe it can change the direction of the battle, so please find a way to send it to the manager.

The spring commander must be inseparable from the front line. Every player in the corps has also arranged specific tasks. Only these NPC soldiers can be asked.

Although they are logisticians, their loyalty is also unquestionable.

It's even more of a belief than a loyalty.

"We have a wounded person with a special status here, I have to trouble you to send him back to Dawn City and this box, please also hand it over to the manager!

Hearing Commander Quan Shui's order, the logistics officer nodded solemnly, stretched out his hand to take the box, and pressed his right fist against his chest.

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Commander Quan Shui looked at him and nodded, and his right fist also touched his chest, which was regarded as a return gift.

"For the Alliance!"

Official website forum.

Today is as lively as ever.

The news here is far more explosive than the "Survivor Daily". Every once in a while, players from the Storm Corps will bring first-hand battle reports.

Including where they ambushed another legion's patrol E team, how many people were killed, and how much equipment was seized, the melon eaters were hooked.

Of course.

The most enjoyable thing for players and cloud players is the information brought back by the battlefield brother...

"Latest news! The Legion has established a new stronghold near Ye Yeling on the northwest side of Ruigu City, called Ye Ye Camp!

Commander Quan Shui: "Fuck, you are finally bubbling up!"

I'm the darkest: "We thought you were dead outside."

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Hey, there was an accident. I was planning to take a look outside and then walk over, but by chance, I ran into the legion's patrol head-on... Anyway, when I came back to my senses, people were already there. Inside the camp."

Battlefield guy was embarrassed to tell him about peeling potatoes for an afternoon, because it was too embarrassing.

But fortunately, the Legion people did not discover his identity as an Awakened, nor did they doubt him as a mute who spoke inappropriately.

On the contrary, it was the NPC like the cook who praised his speed of peeling potatoes, praised him for completing three times the workload of other laborers, and transferred him from the Chase shop where the laborers lived to the quadruple room next to the kitchen. , and will be responsible for peeling potatoes in the future.

Kakarot: "Fuck?!"

Broken leg Kevin: "And this good thing?!"

Ye Shi: "Good guy... I call him good guy."

Canyon Fleeing Mole: "How many people are there?"

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Not much, it's estimated to be around five or six thousand, most of them are locals captured by the legion from nearby survivor settlements.

Debt and big eyes: "I don't understand, what is the Legion trying to gather those survivors for?"

Professor Yang of Lightning Dharma: "You don't understand this. The population itself is a resource, with zero maintenance cost and no technical content. A bowl of rice can last for half a day. How can someone use such a machine? (screaming teeth

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Almost, the legion organized some people to hunt, some to scavenge waste, and to grow croissants and feed cattle...

Most of the supplies produced here are supplied to the airship, and the only food for the survivors is nutritional paste. Damn, that stuff smells absolutely awesome,

I feel like it's mixed with stones or sawdust or something. "

Irena: "Are you sure it's wood chips, not bone scum or something? (funny

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Fuck! Stop talking, I'm going to vomit! (vomit

Elf King Fugui: "Be optimistic, brother, that's just an assumption, maybe it's wild fruit, tree bark, or something else. (funny

The canyon is running away Mole: "I feel that the Legion's plans are not small."

Fang Chang: "I also have the feeling that they should be planning to support a local force as their **** in the River Valley Province, just like what they did in the Luoxia Province."

Fujiteng: "Luoxia Province? 0.0"

Fang Chang: "Well, I talked about this with the newspaper president Hal from Luoxia Province. The Falcon Kingdom in Luoxia Province is the legion's servant country east of the great desert."

Commander Fountain: "Anyway, the Legion has taken countermeasures against our guerrilla tactics, and we have to adjust our tactics appropriately.

Swimming at the edge: "Speaking of which side of the boulder city? Is there any reaction?"

Fang Chang: "Of course there is, but I can't say whether it is a high war mood or pure panic. In short, after that day, I saw a lot of arms sent to the northern suburbs, and the top management of the alliance should have reached an agreement with the top management of Boulder City. Some kind of agreement. I guess."

Swimming at the edge: "Hey, it would be nice if the people from the company left two days later."

Everyone said one sentence to me, and it didn't take long for the post to cover thousands of floors.

Especially when I heard that the officer named Colway promised that those who made outstanding contributions would be appointed as ten or even centurions, many good melon eaters encouraged the warlords to perform well and strive to become a "puppet army chief." "Dangdang.

Chu Guang, who was sitting in front of the computer, was also surprised at the moment.

good guy.

Does this count as entering the army?

"Little Qi."

"What's the matter, master?" Xiao Qi, who was sitting on the table, tilted her head.

"Can you connect the quest interface with the official website forum account?" Chu Guang thought for a while and described his thoughts, "In simple terms, it is to allow players to confirm their quests through the official website account outside the game. "

He wanted to do this before, but because he didn't have that demand, and he was busy during this time, he forgot about it.

After listening to Chu Guang's request, Xiao Qi immediately nodded vigorously.

"No problem! This is very simple, leave it to Xiao Qi!"

It is really easy for it to connect two systems that have been developed together, just do a data exchange on the server.

Not a minute of time was used, and the software program update was complete.

Now players can not only check the mission progress on the official website, but also receive new missions on the official website.

Holding the mouse in his right hand, Chu Guang browsed through Xiao Qi's masterpiece, and a smile appeared on his face.

good.

Players get the convenience, and they get the convenience of commanding the players. There is no doubt that this is a change that is the best of both worlds.

Grandpa is a genius!

Meanwhile, a certain bedroom in a parallel world.

Someone who was sitting in front of the computer with a smirk, watching the number of replies soaring, suddenly sat up straight from the chair and let out a strange cry.

What the fuck? Does this work too? ! "

Just now, the Battlefield Atmosphere team suddenly discovered that there was a small red dot in the user information column in the upper right corner of the official website.

Curious to open it, it turned out to be the taskbar!

"When was it updated?"

The Battlefield guy looked confused, but after two clicks of the mouse, the confused expression quickly turned into ecstasy.

In the past, this broken game could not even do tasks without the VM system.

Now Dog Planning has finally made a compromise on authenticity. Players can not only check the progress of the task on the official website, but also check the newly triggered tasks!

It just blows up, isn't it?

[Task 1: Lurk in the fallen leaves camp and inquire about the movement of the legion. The reward amount is determined by the intelligence value and accuracy. ] [Task 2 (optional): Infiltrate the management of the fallen leaves camp and gain the trust of the legion. ][Mission 3 (optional):...] Looking at the new and exciting tasks, the warlord couldn't wait to cut off the page, and excitedly ran to the forum to open a new post to announce the good news.

"Brother Meng! The dog plan has been updated!!"

Players in the entire forum were giving bad ideas to the warlord and helping him improve his undercover character. Chu Guang felt that he should not need to worry too much.

The placement of eyeliners in the legion's camp is just an attempt, and the outcome of the war will ultimately be decided on the battlefield.

Chu Guang would never bet his hope of victory on a certain piece of equipment or on a certain person or two, but he did not rule out that the battlefield buddy might bring him unexpected surprises.

What if?

What if he became the leader of the puppet army and succeeded in gaining the trust of the legion?

Although the probability is almost zero, it is not completely impossible.

In a word, there is Brother Quan Shui on the front line, and Chu Guang has already designated Ruigu City as a war zone, and handed over all matters within the war zone to him.

Countless previous battles have proved this player's command and organization ability. Chu Guang believes that he should be able to plan the position of each machine gun position without worrying too much.

On his side, he only needs to manage the logistics and ensure that the front-line ammunition is sufficient, and he will naturally give himself a satisfactory answer.

In contrast, Chu Guang paid more attention to another team that was on a mission.

Three days ago, the Knights of Bears set out from the operation camp and went deep into the urban area of ​​Ruigu City to search for the entrance to Vault 79.

Judging from Sisi's continuously updated posts on the forum, it seems that their "treasure hunt" has made new progress.

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