This Game Is Too Realistic

Downstairs of the Jushi Military Building.

Looking up at the sky, the murderous dagger standing like a baboon said with a sad face.

Damn! Why can't I fly!

The dog took all the good names standing aside, glanced at his excavator-like hand, and said with a playful smile.

Your two lumps of iron, taking you is equivalent to taking two less people with you, and the plane was dismantled by you even if you scratch your head, you'd better save it.

Kidney Warrior patted him on the shoulder.

That's right, save it.

Murderer Dagger said with a sad face.

I want to dismantle this thing.

Now he can feel the pain of alien players.

Ugly or not, the fact that you can't use conventional weapons is uncomfortable enough.

I knew that he should have learned from mosquitoes, installed a spine with a little more slots, and installed two big fists as additional prosthetics instead of directly replacing the two original arms.

That makes more sense.

The rich...

You are too spoiled.

Kidney Fighter and Good Dog looked at this guy enviously.

The modification cost of the mechanical prosthesis is not free, it may account for one-third or even one-half of the total price depending on the situation.

The murderous dagger smiled embarrassedly.

Don't panic, you can sell a second-hand one, hehe.

Kidney Fighter rolled his eyes, debunking his self-consolation.

Why would a ghost buy this thing!

Not wanting to get entangled in this regretful issue, the murderous dagger changed the topic and said.

By the way, why don't you go with the plane?

The kidney fighter sighed.

Hey, isn't this with you?

Brothers!

The murderer's dagger moved his hand up, wanting to pat Brother Kidney on the shoulder, but the latter ran away in a cold sweat in fright.

Fuck! Do you want to kill me!

Let the dog choose a good name: Hahahaha!

After the preparations were completed, twelve trucks drove towards the east gate of Boulder City, and drove out of the city along the road under the viaduct.

On the other side, two Viper transport planes also left the tarmac, the engines on their belly ejecting plasma plumes, flying south like two dragonflies one behind the other.

Sitting next to the cabin window, Chen Yutong looked at the gradually shrinking huge wall, and the ruins of high-rise buildings outside the huge wall, his eyes were fascinated.

Several cows and horses in the same plane looked at Ms. Chen's back and played memes about the animal world on the communication channel.

Spring is coming.

Rebirth.

It's the season for animals to reproduce again.

The male turtle lay on—

Shut up.

Knowing that he couldn't argue, Lao Bai simply pinched the cocks of the most jumping guys.

Everyone was honest for a while.

But not long after, a few restless guys started muttering in the private microphone again.

Hey, I didn't expect that guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes like Lao Bai couldn't hold back his loneliness anymore. Ye Shi clicked his tongue and said with a smirk.

Kuangfeng looked at him helplessly.

My object, why are you so excited?

Don't you care about brother? Ye Shi chuckled, and turned his gaze to Fang Chang, By the way, where is your Dolly? Why don't you see him off.

Fang Chang coughed.

It's enough for me to let her walk me to the door... Speaking of which, you love to worry so much, so you should worry about yourself.

Ye Shi was stunned for a moment, but soon came back to his senses, and said with a laugh.

What do I have to worry about... I never play games with CP.

Seeing the young man's swearing face, Fang Chang laughed, and suddenly his eyes moved, and he said pointedly.

Don't feel embarrassed, it's not unusual to have a partner these days.

Seeing Fang Chang and himself winking, Kuang Feng was slightly taken aback, then smiled and nodded with a sudden realization, and followed with a meaningful sentence.

really.

Before Ye Shi could speak, Fang Chang continued.

Let's talk about Wasteland OL. In fact, there are quite a few players who talk to NPCs, but most players care about privacy and rarely disclose it to others.

For example, he himself never shows affection in public, but the good brothers in the group are too enthusiastic, and the official website knows that's all.

Ye Shi scratched his head.

Actually, there are not many of them...First of all, language is a problem, and secondly, culture and habits are also one aspect.

He doesn't know what other people think, but he always thinks it's weird to fall in love with an NPC.

Solo games are fine.

The problem is that this is an MMORPG!

Especially for the games under test, theoretically, the development team is not collecting player data all the time. Maybe they close their doors in the game and live broadcast it on the big screen in the conference room.

When he thought of doing that kind of thing, there would be countless OPs standing beside him watching, he couldn't help but clenched his toes to the ground, and at the same time, he felt a sense of admiration for the big-eyed brother.

How did he stand up in that situation? !

It can't be done at all!

Then you're wrong. Looking at Ye Shi, who was blindfolded, Fang Chang smiled lightly and continued, In front of feelings, those things you said are not a problem at all.

Ye Shi asked in a low voice.

Even if it is broadcast live—

Cough! The development team won't spy on players' private lives...I asked Ah Guang, and he told me. Ye Shi was just in the middle of speaking, and Fang Chang interrupted it hastily.

Good guy.

After laying the groundwork for a long time, I almost got myself involved.

Seeing Fang Chang's embarrassed expression, Ye Ten Seconds laughed knowingly.

I believe it!

Ignoring the kid's malicious smile, Fang Chang cleared his throat and continued to speak calmly.

In short, it's nothing strange to be with NPCs. Especially the residents of the refuge, they have their own attractiveness buff to most wastelanders. In addition, the wastelanders are more enthusiastic and unrestrained in character, and some of them usually have a sense of existence. It's normal for a player who is not very strong to suddenly have a partner.

Ye Shi frowned and looked at him.

what do you want to say in the end……

Kuang Feng suddenly interjected.

I heard that Fujito seems to have quite a few suitors.

Ye Shi was stunned for a moment.

Without waiting for a second, his face quickly turned red into an apple.

Wait... What does this have to do with Fujito?! Why did the topic suddenly jump to—

Not only is she beautiful, but she is also a rich woman.

Ignoring Ye Shi's incoherent speech, Fang Chang gave Kuangfeng a well-done look, and continued with a smile.

Even if you suddenly get married one day, it's not really a surprise.

Kuang Feng didn't hold back his laughter.

Haha, you are good or bad.

Fang Chang frowned at him.

the same as you.

Quit smoking: Ha ha ha!

There was a cheerful air in the cabin.

Ye Shi, who couldn't keep his mouth shut a few seconds ago, looked at the wilderness outside the cabin with a sad face, shut his mouth and didn't speak.

Looking at Ye Shi who had closed the mic, Quit coughed twice after laughing enough, then turned his head and said a few words for Ye Shi.

Hey, you guys like to bully Brother Ye Shi, I, an honest person, can't stand it anymore!

Fang Chang and Feng Feng subtly averted their eyes.

Isn't this boring bragging?

That's right! This kid also made fun of me...

But speaking of it, Fang Chang was quite surprised.

I didn't expect this guy to be a virgin...

The flight of 800 kilometers is only two hours for the Viper. A group of good buddies talked and laughed on the plane, and this trip is not boring.

Around two o'clock in the afternoon.

On the horizon shrouded in mist, the outline of Jinhe City has faintly emerged.

Concrete buildings stand on lush plains, bordered by hills and forests.

Jinhe City does not have as high-density and concentrated buildings as Qingquan City. Only a few urban areas are towering with skyscrapers. cement box.

What a big city...

It feels bigger than the real city!

That's no nonsense, there was a Prosperous Era before the Wasteland Era. According to the description of the Prosperous Era in the settings on the official website, there is no trace of the Prosperous Era in reality.

Looking in the direction of Jinhe City, Fang Chang clicked on the VM's map, and compared the real terrain to confirm the approximate location of several mission coordinates.

At this moment, the NPC pilot sitting in the co-pilot seat suddenly said

There seems to be a situation near the landing site.

Premonitioning that work was coming, everyone stopped joking around and became serious.

Let me see.

Moving to the left side of the cabin, Lao Bai looked in the direction of Dust Town and tapped his helmet with his index finger.

The power armor helmet has a built-in zoom function, and you can see clearly at this distance even without a telescope.

After staring in the direction of Chenchen Town for a long time, Lao Bai's brows gradually frowned.

Armed elements were found near Dusty Town. The size is about a hundred people... There are too many obstacles, and the exact number cannot be confirmed.

The wind looked serious.

Are you going to release the drone?

Old Bai nodded.

To be on the safe side, let's put a drone over there to have a look.

No nonsense, Gufeng immediately opened the drone backpack, took out a Y-1 Firefly drone with folded rotors, and threw it out of the cabin like a paper airplane.

The drone coasted for a while, then quickly opened the folded two pairs of rotors, and galloped towards the target airspace.

Just as Gu Feng was operating the drone to fly over the target, Lao Bai continued to give orders in a deep voice.

There is an abandoned lumberyard two kilometers north of Dust Town. A group of people landed with me in the open space on the south side of the lumberyard and walked to Dust Town.

The second group is on standby in the air, open the weapon safety, ready to support at any time.

The pilot in the front seat gestured.

receive!

The two Vipers parted ways in the air, one descended and flew towards the ground, and the other continued towards the direction of Dust Town.

At the same time, Dust Town, a few kilometers away, was bustling with activity. A group of black people stood outside the two-person high fence gate.

They were in high spirits, some were carrying farm tools, some were carrying rifles, and they were yelling at the people inside the door.

A missionary in robes stood at the front of the line, looking haughtily at the survivors behind the walls.

Emotions brewed for a moment.

He raised his hand to signal the people behind him to stop yelling, then faced the closed fence gate ahead, and said in a solemn and sonorous voice.

Surrender.

Offer your knees to the Holy Son, kneel on the ground and pray for the forgiveness of Heavenly Fire, this is your last chance.

Otherwise all of you will be reduced to slaves, and future generations will work under the scorching sun all day long, and the labor will not be relieved even after death.

I only give you two minutes to think about it.

After saying this, he hurriedly turned around and retreated into the crowd behind him, letting the believers beside him continue to call the door.

The pretense to be pretended has been done, and obviously this guy doesn't want to be exposed to the enemy's guns for too long.

Looking at those vicious guys outside the fence gate, the residents of the town all had a trace of fear written on their faces.

But be afraid.

Thinking of the three gods living in the town, most people still felt at ease, holding the things in their hands tightly, and leaning against the one-meter-high low wall to wait.

Go fucking torch!

Go fuck the Holy Son!

The invincible true god is standing behind them, and has already hunted countless jackals and hyenas who covet them.

They already have their own patron saints, but they won't trust those who can't be seen or touched!

Wearing the Hunter exoskeleton dedicated to Death Claws, the 99th level trash picker was standing by the window on the third floor of the town hall, squinting at the people outside the town, thinking about how to get rid of them with the least casualties.

It's a pity that Brother Mouse's combat effectiveness on the frontal battlefield is too low, and he is only good at sneak attacks. The cute newbie in the agility department is not very good, but it is not very strong.

Needless to say, the survivors in the town, if two people die, their morale will collapse, and in the end, they will probably have to rely on their own output.

But standing outside is a centurion...

Difficult!

Standing beside Garbage Lord, the mayor with gray temples swallowed, and whispered a nervous reminder.

My lord... there are too many of them. If we really fight, we're afraid we will suffer.

His name is Qin Baitian, he is the mayor elected by the villagers of Dust Town, and he is also the gray prophet of the Great Horned Rat Sect.

To be honest, he didn't really know what the Horned Rat Cult and the Gray Prophet were, but it was the first time he had seen talking mice and death claws, so he immediately believed them.

His idea is very simple and simple, whoever can keep the residents in the town safe, he and the residents in the town will recognize who is the god here.

At first Qin Baitian was extremely devout to the Great Horned Rat Sect, but now the surrounding settlements seem to believe in the Torch Sect.

Being independent, they were not only squeezed out by the surrounding survivor settlements, but now they were even approached by trouble.

It's a bit embarrassing to say it, but seeing such a battle, he still retreated somewhat in his heart.

It would be great if the Great Horned Deer God could co-govern this land with the Holy Son holding the torch. He doesn't mind adding an extra stick of incense to the temple.

Mr. Garbage, however, had no intention of admitting cowardice at all, and did not hear the mayor's swaying mind, so he stared out the window and cursed.

I'm not blind...Damn it, why are there so many people in Hope Town?

I'm afraid it's not just Hope Town... Some of the faces are probably from other settlements.

Carefully glanced at the big lizard next to him, Qin Baitian continued cautiously and tactfully.

My lord, it's not a good idea to fight against all the survivors, especially I also heard that they seem to have recruited the mutant tribes in this area. Those green-skinned guys are even worse, why don't we talk to them .”

Good guy!

And hooked up with mutants!

These people must not stay!

A trace of murderous intent flashed in Garbage Lord's eyes, and almost at the same time, a whoosh pierced across the town.

Before everyone came back to their senses, the flames of the explosion bloomed on the roof of the mill in the small town, and then the windmill was engulfed in billowing smoke.

There were screams on the street one after another, with babies crying faintly. The nearby residents rushed to put out the fire with buckets, and the morale of the militiamen standing behind the low wall was shaken a bit.

artillery!

These lunatics have used their artillery!

The sound of cannon could be faintly heard here, but it was impossible to see where the shells came from. It is precisely because of this that a trace of panic can't help but arise in everyone's heart.

Time is up.

Closing the raised cuffs, the missionary looked away from his watch, and looked at the chaotic town ahead.

An imperceptible sternness flashed in Gu Jing Wubo's pupils, and a cold smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth.

You are looking for your own death.

In the entire Jinhe City, there is only this last settlement that has not been included in the diocese. He will not allow such a stain to be left on the map dedicated to the Bishop.

If these ignorant mud-legs refuse to embrace glorious evolution—

Then go to hell!

Seeing the roof of the windmill mill he had built was blown off, Jun Jun, who was standing on the third floor watching the battle, suddenly became furious and shouted out the window.

What the hell!

Call me!

No order from him at all.

The religious lunatics outside the low wall have already launched the first attack, using the soil slopes and tree trunks as cover, holding the rifles in their hands and shooting in the direction of Dust Town.

The survivors in the town were not to be outdone, and leaned against the one-meter-high low wall as a shelter, mounted their rifles on the top of the wall and fired outwards, or shot outwards through the shooting holes.

Thanks to the weapons stockpiled by the previous mayor and the alliance, they not only have automatic rifles like LD-47, but also two Maxim machine guns, which are not weaker than those religious lunatics.

The only disadvantage is probably the supporting firepower on the opposite side.

From time to time, there were one or two cannon shots in the distance, accompanied by the whizzing sound of piercing the air, and bursting sparks bloomed in the town.

Although it was inaccurate and did little damage to the militiamen near the low wall, it undoubtedly dealt a heavy blow to the morale of the survivors in the town.

The homes that were destroyed by the shells were all their homes, and they built those houses brick by brick, and their family members may even live in those houses!

But at this moment, they have no choice but to fight.

After all, looking at the eyes of those lunatics outside, I'm afraid that even if they surrender, those people will never let them go.

Gunshots rang out inside and outside the town, and the battle became intense just after it started.

Although those militants did not undergo any strict training, they fought unexpectedly bravely, and their morale was extremely high.

Junk Jun always feels that something is wrong.

It has only been half a year since the Torch Church spread to this area. How could these monks who became monks halfway be brainwashed into such a state?

Thinking this way in his heart, he soon saw a strange scene on the distant battlefield.

A member of the Torch Church had his arm broken by a machine gun bullet. He was supposed to be rolling around in pain, crying for his father and mother, but he didn't make a sound. Instead, a sick flush appeared on his dark face.

Pain seemed to be transformed into something else.

After discovering the abnormalities in those people, Mr. Trash suddenly felt a chill behind his back.

Fuck! These lunatics are on drugs!

A strong voice came from the communication channel.

Isn't this obvious? That Naguo! They obviously ate them all!

Junk Jun was shocked.

Fuck! Naguo still has this effect?!

Overwhelmed: Nonsense! Have you forgotten the 'fugue' state? Those gods have a way to make people go crazy while maintaining their sanity!

There are similar examples in reality. For example, the German army generally used methamphetamine as a battlefield stimulant during World War II.

And these addicts seem to be even better, not only taking drugs, but also mixing drugs with religion, reaching a double frenzy physically and mentally.

Even though the intestines fell out, the group of guys still continued to fight without fear, just like when they first started the server.

Mr. Garbage felt a little tricky.

If this trend continues, even if they can hold on, they will inevitably suffer heavy casualties.

Just when Mr. Garbage was in trouble, the VM on his arm suddenly flickered, and then a familiar voice came into his ears.

What's the situation on your side? Why did you fight?

old white!

Reinforcements are coming!

The light of hope bloomed in the amber pupils. Hearing the extremely reassuring voice, Mr. Garbage cried out excitedly.

Good brother! Give brother a hand!

After a burst of electrical noise, the voice in the communication channel became clearer.

Don't worry...what's the situation with those people?

Jun Jun said dumbfoundedly.

God knows! They came up and yelled for us to join some glorious evolution, we refused, and then they opened fire!

Lao Bai: Red name?

Mr. Garbage: That's a must! They're the first to do it!

Since it is a red name, there is nothing to hesitate.

Almost at the same time as the voice fell, two rockets drew an arc in the air and landed on the position outside the fence gate.

The flames of the explosion soared into the sky, engulfing more than a dozen militants who left the bunker and moved forward in an instant.

Immediately after that, rapid gunshots came from the air, and the orange-yellow tracer light rushed towards the woods outside the gate like a rushing rain.

The situation of the offensive and defensive sides reversed instantly!

Mr. Garbage standing by the window excitedly waved his clenched paws.

Haha! Beautiful fight!

Qin Baitian stared blankly at the lizard punching out the window, and then at the burning sea of ​​fire in the distance outside the window, the horror in his eyes gradually turned into worship.

Big horned rat... oh no, the god of big horned deer...

This lord is indeed the incarnation of a god!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling a little ashamed for his previous wavering in his belief, and bowed his head reverently.

I am really blind.

In order to make up for this disrespectful sin, he is willing to serve this lord with his whole life!

Not noticing the change in the expression of the mortal next to him at all, the unsatisfied Garbage King clasped his claws to the window, and jumped downstairs with a groan.

He stomped heavily on the brick-paved street with two feet, and stepped out of two pits on the flat road. He lowered his body and rubbed the ground with the tips of his hind paws. Bloodthirsty light shone in his amber pupils. .

It's hunting time!

He's so good at collecting heads!

Don't let the brothers of the Burning Legion steal the limelight!

Like a runaway wild horse, Seizing the opportunity to enter the arena, Garbage King quickly crossed his own position, roared and smashed through the wooden fence gate, and rushed towards the densely smoky position with his sharp claws.

In just one breath, two thugs were torn apart by him.

In a trance, he saw the howling claws and the face of the devil, the missionary in the gray robe, the astonishment on his face gradually turned into a bone-deep panic.

The devil! The devil!

While screaming, he fled backwards desperately.

Does that big-horned deer god really exist? !

For a moment, his belief, which was clearer than diamonds, was shaken slightly.

But then again, what about the horns of the Great Horned Deer God?

why didn't he see...